"You— You are— "
"Bed. Where did you get it?" Lyca interrupted him. First and foremost, this bed is better than her bed back home! She needed to know where this man got it! Priorities!
"That— That is in —" The Mayor's feet suddenly pivoted as he tried to run towards the door. Sadly, Lyca's knife was faster than him.
"I was being a nice and really polite little lady to an old man and yet you acted like a criminal trying to run away from the authorities." Lyca clicked her tongue and walked towards the old man. Then she squatted and asked. "Should I torture you instead?"
"No! No! Don't touch me!"
"You can scream." Lyca's pressed a dagger in the Mayor's neck, the sharp blade immediately caused a small cut on the old man's skin. "But that would be a very… very bad decision on your part." She smiled and used more force towards the dagger. "Now… let's do it again. Where. Did. You. Buy. Your. Bed?"
