The more Michael considered it, the more it made sense.
He instinctively knew that his guess was right.
These Red Mankeys were nothing like the Dragonborns, who each showed tremendous talents in fighting.
Perhaps, the Red Mankeys were a lot more suited for warfare, as soldiers who moved with a hundred men simultaneously without missing a beat, like a tide of soldiers who rushed towards their enemy at just a single command from their general.
It would make sense why the Red Mankeys would make such a great impression on Grieve that he remembered them even from beyond the grave.
"Sir… are you from the Reborn company?" one of the Red Mankeys asked.
"I am. Have you heard of us?"
The group of Red Mankeys nodded firmly. "We have friends… who told us what happened… at the Welcome's Inn… We also want… to join your nation…"
Michael was surprised that the news spread so fast—it had happened just this morning.
