[Sometime later.]
"Hm…. By the looks of things, they must have seen us coming." – said the soldier inspecting the tent.
"They ran as soon as possible, leaving most of their stuff behind."
".... When exactly?" - asked the man in fancy armor.
"Just now. The tracks are definitely fresh. They must have run away right as we were reaching the outpost." - replied the soldier.
"…"
"You." – said the man in fancy armor as he pointed at the nervous soldier nearby.
"Come here. Come here for a second. Common. Don't be shy."
"…"
"Sir…." – said the soldier who walked towards the smiling man.
"…"
"YOU BITCH!" – shouted the man in fancy armor as he punched the soldier right in the face, instantly knocking the man to the ground before then starting to brutally kick the fallen soldier over and over again, splatting his blood all over the nobleman's boot.
"YOU HAD ONE JOB!"
"ONE FUCKING JOB!"
"FIND ANYTHING LIKE SCOUTS OR VILLAGERS WE HAD MISSED AND KILL THEM!"
