Lights
"Sure, they should work," Ty responded as Lieutenant Daemon tossed the metal shoes his way. Catching them, Ty noted their weight. "Heavier than I expected."
The lieutenant smirked at Ty's observation. "Any shoe would feel like a brick to someone accustomed to barefoot freedom," he quipped, his chuckle lightening the mood momentarily. "Now, time to bid adieu to our hospitable bartender. We've got quite the spectacle to kick off."
Ty nodded, giving a grateful glance towards the bartender who had provided a brief respite in the midst of chaos. With the weight of the shoes in his hands and the impending challenge in his thoughts, he followed Lieutenant Daemon towards the door. The lieutenant confidently pushed it open, his hands clasped behind his back, embodying the air of someone who had walked this path many times.