One of Xyron's lackeys chimed in with a sneer. "Yeah, don't you know who you're talking to? This is Lord Xyron, one of the richest players in Tagharuim!"
August held back a sigh. His patience felt slightly tested but his face remained calm. "Look, I apologized. Didn't mean to bump into you."
Xyron's eyes narrowed, sizing him up with obvious disdain. "Apology or not, maybe you should watch where you're going. Not everyone is as... forgiving as I am." He smirked, as if relishing his own words.
"Noted," August replied smoothly, refusing to let the man's arrogance rile him up. He gave a slight nod, then turned to walk away.
As he left, he could hear Xyron muttering behind him to his lackeys, "I swear, the game is filled with nothing but amateurs these days. Not everyone is cut out to make it to the top."
August couldn't be bothered, he had to go and grind at the moment.
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