"Erm boss!?" A voice came from the doorway. Clearly annoyed by a sudden intrusion, he threw the cleaver onto the table and gestured for the girl to be released. The cleaver quavered with the force put into it as the man dusted his hands on his shirt, "What is it?" He asked impatiently.<br/><br/>"The entrance! They said someone was coming down!"<br/><br/>"One person?"<br/><br/>"Yes!" The man continued anxiously, "The external patrols have not returned with a report either! Could this be the Swordsman?"<br/><br/>"Psssh, don't soil yourself. There is no way he'll dare to pay us a visit. We have dozens of us, and there is only one of him. No one would have the guts to do that." The boss said dismissively though it had set of several alarm bells in his head.<br/><br/>"But..."<br/><br/>Feigning courage, he moved towards the door, "It's nothing, assemble a team and we'll go down there." He snapped his head around, "Simon and the girl, we're going to see what is going on." He turned to the girl, "If you come along you'll go free for your crime and get to keep that apple too. Or else I'll chop your fingers off one by one."