Chapter 522: Through the Western Packs
One Month Before
The laughter began before Tobias even realized it.
Craig, Anderson, and the other warriors strode ahead, their boots loud against the dirt path.
Tobias's eyes scanned everything—the layout of the pack, the people, the expressions of fear and obedience pressed into every line of their faces.
"This has to be the most useless pack in the west," a warrior said, kicking a stone along the path. "Right next to the border and they have nothing. Nothing at all."
Another joined in. "No women to sleep with. No food. Not even a decent weapon among them. Absolute nothingness."
The group chuckled. A third, leaning on his sword hilt, added, "But at least they know their place. Always giving us the respect we deserve."
Anderson laughed loudly at that, nudging Craig. "See? Respect is everything. These weaklings know it."
