"Inform Candace that the owner is on their way. Let's stabilize the situation for now. What do you think, Warlord of Thunder ?" Xena asked tactfully, giving the Warlord of Thunder the respect his position warranted.

He nodded. "That's workable. But convincing the owner to go inside—that's the real challenge."

When faced with a ruthless and murderous criminal like this, stepping in would be as good as a death sentence. As an official organization, they had to disclose every detail without hiding anything. It was a daunting task, as any ordinary person would likely shrink back.

"I'll handle the persuasion," Xena offered. "Let's move to the shop next door. Too many people might make the owner more nervous."

A few minutes later, Alistair entered the shop, his expression slightly unusual.

"Warlords, the owner is here," he informed them.

"Good. Send them in, and you step out," Xena instructed.

But Alistair hesitated, standing rooted to the spot, prompting Xena's displeasure.

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