K’lahu tried to suppress a grin as the group debated punching Taban in the crotch. “It’s not far it’s just a twenty minute walk or so.”
K’lahu waited a few moments to let the group finish their meal and gather their equipment, and then she led them through the streets of Port Nyanzaru and out the gate towards a rundown house in Malar’s Throat. Without knocking K’lahu and her two guards walked through the door.
Standing inside was a large man who was wearing studded leather armor, as K’lahu and the guards entered the room he picked up his spear and shield.
“There will be no need for that Taban, I’ve just come to collect what you owe me, just pay up and there will be no issues.”
Taban looked at the guards and the group as they entered the room, “So you think you bring some mute muscle and I’d just cough up the money. I’ve fought ten men at once in the arena, what makes you think this bunch is so special?”