Beside the bonfire, a young man in a grey-green robe looked at the people present with some disappointment: "Can't we have a passionate fight for once, even if it's just once? Yes, we are mercenaries, we are adventurers, but mercenaries also have their honor. This honor is to protect our companions on the battlefield—"
He looked at the others and asked, "Are we about to abandon this honor? How can we be called mercenaries if we don't rely on our companions, on our comrades?"
His words brought about a silence, as if it was echoing the silence caused by the distant shouts from the city gate.
The mercenary group leaders looked at each other, but they were still hesitant. They wanted to give their people an explanation, but this explanation was not as simple as just saying some words.
No one wanted to appear weak, but after all, it was a direct challenge to a lord of the kingdom, a baron, and even the son of Count Denier—
