Seth rifled through the pockets of the robbers with methodical precision, his smile growing as he uncovered a small pile of crumpled bills and a few coins. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. He even found a few trinkets—a cheap watch, a ring, and a necklace—that he could sell later for some extra cash. Each discovery added a small thrill to his satisfaction, the first real relief he had felt since leaving the Black Tower.
"Not bad," he muttered to himself, pocketing the money and the valuables. He stood up, casting a glance down at the groaning men who were now too weak and terrified to do anything but watch. Their earlier arrogance had been thoroughly crushed, replaced with a mixture of fear and disbelief.
Seth's eyes lingered on the dagger he had taken from the scarred man. He twirled
