Even though she was aware that this group of people probably weren't good either.
"Please... I beg you... For the sake of Saint Sis, take me away from here!"
"We have to help this poor soul," the young mercenary looked at his companions and whispered.
The older mercenary ignored him and instead walked toward the approaching convoy owner.
"There's a situation."
"I know," Thomas directed a questioning gaze at him and continued, "I want to ask, what happened?"
The older mercenary glanced at the woman at the edge of the camp and whispered.
"No need to ask, it's someone from Lina, you catch my drift... This woman is trouble, and our problem is that Lord Cabbin's cavalry is surely waiting ahead."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Thomas understood clearly, a look of worry appeared on his weathered face.
