The Guard Dogs
"You know a lot about Oswell and this place, don't you?" He asked.
"--" Lawrence looked down at him.
"Tell me the truth, Lawrence," he stopped, blocking the path, "...Why're you here?"
Obviously, there was a clear suspicion he had of the man being some sort of ploy for the hideout–a figure acting like a prisoner to fool people like him. Beyond that, there was something that served as the very basis for his suspicions: the "Chaos God Style."
Lawrence smiled, stopping as well, "...I suppose I should stop pulling your leg, shouldn't I? There's no point in hiding it at this stage."
"--" He gulped, holding his staff tightly to prepare for what was about to come.
The man began to regurgitate something, opening his mouth as saliva leaked from the corners of his lips.
Is he taking out his sword…?! He thought.
But, just as he was about to raise his staff to fling a spell, he witnessed something else be pulled out from Lawrence's throat: a necklace.