"Then I shall take my leave." Brand put away the scroll, but looking at the current situation of the person in front of him, Antitina's difficult circumstances and encounters made him feel a bit sympathetic. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"
Antitina shook her head. "No need, thank you," she said softly, leaning against the door. "Thank you for bringing me news of my father, sir." She coughed twice.
Brand couldn't help but think this was a confident yet stubborn girl. He considered for a moment; he himself wasn't financially secure, and to help others, he might have to wait until the auction organized by the Limp Man. Just as he was about to excuse himself and leave, a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly came from the stairwell not far away.
The few people paused and turned their heads simultaneously towards the direction. "Quite a lot of people," Batom extended a hand under his cloak: "Seven, no, eight."
