"What space ring?" Bryce said, his tone shifting into something harder. "I found no such thing on your body, just a decent armor set, and even that was missing its right glove."
Nero narrowed his eyes, understanding that if his current situation was not Draven's doing, then either the man was lying or he had lost the ring.
"Whoever dropped you by the side of the road must have taken your belongings," Bryce said with a shrug, his tone dismissive but his eyes sharp with calculation.
"So, tell me what faction you belong to and if they can meet my price, or else this conversation is over." He leaned closer to the cage, his grin widening into something more menacing. "Trust me, you don't want this conversation to end because the other option is far less pleasant."
Nero silently observed him, and so did Bryce. After seconds of silence, he slammed his fist against the iron bars before yelling with anger.
