Inside the private room within the prohibited hall, Forsyx handed the envelope to Xerk. "Here, this is my report."
Xerk looked at the envelope and asked, "Sir, can I look at it?"
Forsyx rolled his eyes. There was no point in denying it—after all, the guy could check the envelope outside.
Also, he was interested to see how this guy would react; after all, this was related to the slums. He wanted to see how Xerk would respond.
So he just nodded with a smile. "Sure."
He saw Xerk's mouth drop as the teen clenched his fist. Xerk looked up at Forsyx, then at the map of the tavern.
Forsyx couldn't help but comment, "I guess your eyes and ears didn't know everything about the slums."
Xerk nodded. "Sorry for my incompetence, sir. I will dig through what's going on here."
Forsyx waved his hand. "Do whatever you want. My task is over, and I don't want to drag myself into this any further."
Xerk nodded. "I understand, sir. I'll keep that in mind."
