"Oi, get out now, no need to stay in hiding like little rats," Kael shouted loud.
The shout echoed off broken walls and open windows. It was risky. It was also effective. Kael didn't like negotiating with shadows. If someone wanted to watch, they could at least do it with their face visible.
A couple of people peeked out of their hidings. A few didn't.
Kael watched the ones who revealed themselves and filed their posture away. These weren't beggars. These were Sun Clan bodies, the kind that lounged when they should have been hunting. Their eyes weren't fearful. They were assessing, greedy in that lazy way that came from wanting reward without effort.
"Oh, it's Peter and Kael. They're back…" One of them said. But his tone didn't sound too pleased.
The displeasure wasn't about relief or worry. It was envy. Kael recognized it immediately. The kind of tone someone used when they saw you return with food while they stayed warm.
