The wool scarf covered half of the man's face, revealing only a pair of cold, sharp eyes, scanning the motley crew in front of him.
Rogues, beggars, vendors, and hooligans huddled together, their tattered clothes shivering in the wind and snow.
The man gripped the hilt of his sword, his voice deep,
"Go and bring Skinny Rat over."
The rats glanced at each other, ignored him, and closed their eyes.
"You'd better hurry and find Skinny Rat."
The man partially unsheathed his sword, "Or I'll turn you all into corpses."
"Alright, honorable sir, don't trouble my people."
A tall, thin figure emerged from the back door of the tavern, it was the leader of the underground rats of the border town, Skinny Rat.
"Speak, sir, what orders does Viscount Wenner have?" Skinny Rat asked casually.
The middle-aged man turned around, looking at Skinny Rat, "Find out the whereabouts of Black Pine Ridge Lord Luo De Tulip."
Skinny Rat lazily stomped, splashing a bit of snow.
