While a wave of cheers erupted in the tavern in lieu of Eliron's generous donation, those seated on the table had a more repressed reaction.
Eliron stared at the man who had responded to him. From the relaxed, cocky grin, and the large cigar between his lips, Eliron recognized him immediately.
'He is the informant!'
The man sucked in a large breath of smoke, allowed it to simmer as he savoured the burning sensation, before slowly releasing it from his nostrils.
"I see you have taken the liberty of inviting yourself to my game." He said with a smirk.
"You walked into this den of wolves yourself."
He raised his hands, motioning at those seated, their expressions fierce as they gazed at Eliron.
"Don't complain if you get bitten."
"Wolves?" Eliron chuckled. "I guess even dogs sometimes howl at the moon."
The space suddenly felt a lot chillier, the already hostile expressions losing their last bits of mercy.
