A piercing scream tore through the air, prompting the few remaining people who could still move to rush into the crowd.
Malin understood what that scream meant—it was the same tone and pronunciation as the pirates from earlier this morning. Apparently, it was just another way of saying "run for your lives."
He reached out to catch a falling kitten, and with a quick flick of his small hand, the wallets of the few guys lying sprawled on the ground floated into Malin's grasp. Using his spiritual energy, he rifled through them, pulled out what seemed to be paper money, and casually tossed the wallets back onto their owners' faces.
As Malin walked away with the kitten in tow, the crowd parted to make way for him. He noticed a small goat-person in the crowd and, after a moment of thought, greeted the little fellow in their native tongue.
The goat-person froze, clearly shocked that this cold-blooded killer could speak their mother language.
