"I have had a very bad day... Why don't you just walk away, and we'll forget this even happened." The voice was Bishop's, Vologhn realized. He turned around and squinted at her. She still looked terrible, with dried blood flaking off the side of her head, but there was light in her eyes again. She was back, from wherever she had been hiding in.
Vologhn focused his attention back to the rowdy thug, but his drunken overconfidence had been replaced by an expression of sheer terror. Vologhn shot another glance towards Bishop- this was most likely Jester's work. To his surprise, even the other men changed their behavior the instant they saw Bishop's hat. So the Aegis corporation commands that much power in this place, Vologhn surmised.
“We'll take care of him too, make him pay for insulting you. You've been expected, we'll make it up to you, we'll lead you. Follow me.” Vologhn tensed up at the words. The thug's lack of reaction and odd chuckle at his impending doom only confirmed Jester's involvement. He looked away as the men stabbed him with knives, altogether too many strokes necessary to kill a man. Such a waste of life. It wasn't the first time he had indirectly aided the murder of a person, but he would never get used to it.
"Humans," Vologhn muttered under his breath, heavy with disappointment. Bishop stepped forward to retrieve her hat, now stained with blood.
"Good to have you back, Bishop," Vologhn said. "We'll… need you for this."
He motioned for the thugs to lead the way.