"Hmm, well said."
Durant nodded slightly, "What else?"
Durant's gaze swept over everyone.
"Tell me, as soldiers, what other goals do you have."
The soldiers looked at each other, trying hard to think of the answer to Durant's question.
After a moment of silence, a soldier stepped forward from the back: "Protect our families, Lord."
"Well said."
Durant looked at the soldier who answered,
"You weren't originally from Frost Leaf Town, were you?"
Durant remembered the initial militiamen, none of whom were this person.
In fact, there weren't many original residents of Frost Leaf Town in Durant's army, and Durant was familiar with most of them.
"Yes, my Lord, my name is Jones, from Razor Plain."
"Very well. People always realize they should cherish things when they lose them."
Durant's gaze returned to Baron,
"You are not mercenaries; you don't fight just for money, so you not only need to protect my property and my slaves."
