Brivi, nervously peering up at Spider: Baron Spider, perhaps we should just allow them their share. They've sent their strongest brawler to recover it...
Spider, waving his hand: Bah! It's nothing my security can't handle.
Bajar (a former phalanx), cracking his big meaty knuckles: Step aside, runts. Your boss ain't gettin' away with cheating us out of our cut again.
Arrha, grumbling: I promised myself I wouldn't fight opponents bigger than me again.
Avrok, readying his molten cannon: This isn't about promises, Arrha. It's about the two dollars we get at the end of our shift.