[ Mercy doesn't have any idea what they could want her for. They don't know she's half-elven, that can't be it. She's too weak to really do a lot of hard labor, even if she tries, so she's not sure what else.
Royce, in the grass, knows. He knows, and he's furious.
The woman sighs, almost like she's annoyed. ] We don't need your car. We have enough, and the price we'd get for selling it is nothing in comparison to her.
[ The men around her nod, like they get it, and the woman gestures in Mercy's direction. ] Mr. Adams knows some sick fucks who like them young, and they pay a hell of a lot more for it, so. Sorry, I --
[ And that's about the moment that Royce has had enough. He comes out of the grass silently and slits the throat of one of the men with crowbars - the man drops, and everybody bursts into action. ]
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Royce, in the grass, knows. He knows, and he's furious.
The woman sighs, almost like she's annoyed. ] We don't need your car. We have enough, and the price we'd get for selling it is nothing in comparison to her.
[ The men around her nod, like they get it, and the woman gestures in Mercy's direction. ] Mr. Adams knows some sick fucks who like them young, and they pay a hell of a lot more for it, so. Sorry, I --
[ And that's about the moment that Royce has had enough. He comes out of the grass silently and slits the throat of one of the men with crowbars - the man drops, and everybody bursts into action. ]