When Hoggy stepped between them, Ren felt his clarity return. The heat that clouded his mind slowly faded, replaced by a cold, steady calm.
He exhaled, lowering his staff. There was no point in picking a fight with the Caravan's authority. He knew better than to challenge Hoggy and his crew, not when he was still building his strength in this early stage of the game.
Ren stored his weapon into his inventory and took a step back, standing to the side quietly. His hood cast a shadow over his eyes, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips.
Hoggy glanced at Ren with a short nod, a silent acknowledgment, before turning his attention to the trio of troublemakers.
"My dear clients," Hoggy said, his tone polite but sharp as a knife. "Put your weapons away. This is your last warning." His squinty eyes opened slightly, and for a brief moment, they gleamed with a dangerous light.
