Ever since dropping the trio of mercenaries off at the docks, Leech hadn't given them a second thought.
It wasn't that Leech was truly unconcerned about them escaping. Rather, with the Water Nymph keeping an eye on them, could they really run? Could they even get away?
All of them, including the four-armed mercenary Trevor who had been with him for some time, were prisoners. They couldn't be assigned any important work.
Take training soldiers, for example. The young nobles under Leech weren't particularly powerful, but they were all properly educated. While they might not have been masters of the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, they at least understood the basics of drawing a bow on horseback, dismounting for infantry combat, and arranging battle formations.
This was also why Leech had always wanted nobles to swear fealty to him—their overall level of education was simply higher.
