Riven was lucky. No one tried to stop him or question him. Everyone could see he had skill, and he was clearly not in a mood worth provoking. It wasn't worth starting a fight this deep in the dungeon, where supplies were scarce and healing items even scarcer.
The man who had approached Riven seethed, his face twisted with anger as he watched Riven walk away. He wanted to strike, to prove the kid hadn't just blocked him. He lunged forward, but one of his party members intercepted him, stepping between them and giving him a look that said, back off.
Reluctant and burning with fury, the man recognized the authority in the interceptor, he was the party leader. Swallowing a sharp, pained breath, he stepped back, casting a final glare at Riven's retreating form. He secretly hoped to catch Riven deeper in the floors, where no one would watch, and finish him then.
