The air itself felt louder, rougher, and richer than before in this new settlement.
This was a place where money, information, power, and crime likely touched hands every single day.
Randy stretched both arms while walking forward lazily.
"Welcome to Fifty, where everyone smiles while planning theft." He announced.
Several guards nearby pretended not to hear him at all.
The Mantis warden soon approached with a disciplined escort.
He stood tall and severe, his green exoskeleton polished clean, while his bladed forearms were folded neatly behind him like noble hands.
"Warden Randy, your party has arrived on schedule as expected." The Mantis said calmly.
"I dislike schedules and punctuality equally." Randy replied.
"Yes, everyone already knows that truth well." The Mantis answered.
The Mantis then looked over the gathered young lords carefully.
