Thoren merely stared at her for a second before slowly shaking his head.
"Let us talk about the Slave Trade Guild instead," he said calmly while changing the topic completely.
"I believe my grudge against them will never truly end until one side dies."
He relaxed his back against the wooden chair while maintaining his calm expression.
Solenne lightly creased her brow, though she chose not to dwell on how effortlessly Thoren had shifted the conversation.
"Have you encountered the Slave Trade Guild on the second floor already?" she asked cautiously, not expecting a positive response.
Although the Slave Trade Guild controlled several towns within the Scorched Outskirts, she honestly doubted Thoren would run into them so quickly.
Besides, who in their right mind would actively search for trouble immediately after arriving on the second floor?
"Indeed, I encountered them," Thoren replied casually. "Right now, they are most likely searching for me."
