Kael had wedged himself low behind the counter's edge, one knee on the floor, back pressed against the cheap wood paneling as he watched the events unfold.
"Well, I guess time's up," Baltak said as he noticed Kael taking cover behind one of the counters, trying his best not to be spotted.
The imp's voice was light, almost conversational, like he was calling last orders at a bar instead of watching a fight break out right outside his store.
The neon glow above flickered, stuttering like it couldn't decide whether it wanted to stay on and profit or turn off and survive.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Kael asked. His eyes snapped up, not fully understanding why Baltak sounded so… final.
He could still hear shouts outside, the scrape of boots on pavement, the harsh clack of stone against metal. The store had felt like neutral ground. Felt like it.
