"You said you needed men," Thorne repeated, stroking his beard. "What for exactly? Another incursion? Another Rift operation? Because if that's the case, we'll need weeks to find talent again. We've only just patched up from the last—"
"No," Inigo interrupted. "Not a raid. Not yet."
Thorne narrowed his eyes. "Then for what purpose?"
"To train them."
Thorne raised a brow. "Train them? You mean combat drills? Sparring? Swordplay?"
Inigo gave a small smile. "No. I'll show you."
The Guildmaster leaned back slowly, his arms crossing. "You've got me curious now, boy. But if you're asking for men from my ranks, you'll need more than mystery to convince me."
"I don't need veterans. I don't even need adventurers. I need anyone willing to learn. Men who can follow orders and aim straight."
"And that's it?"
"For now."
Thorne chuckled, shaking his head. "You're the strangest lad I've ever met, Inigo. But after what you've done… you'll get your men."
