'Has that crazy bastard lost it?'
Rowan cursed Keireon inwardly. Since the guy had the mercenary group backing him, if Rowan picked a fight, he'd clearly lose ten out of ten times. Rowan wasn't one to fight battles he'd lose. He could only swallow it down.
'I'll flatten that nose someday.'
Rowan had already killed one guy who relied only on his size. He was the one who'd slit Sendabil's throat with a dagger while the man gasped for breath. Keireon wasn't scary. After the confrontation with Sendabil, Rowan had thought about slitting big guys' throats too.
That confidence had brought him this far. He'd paid escort fees to follow complete strangers.
He'd paid the fees but was mobilized for battle because Rowan also wanted to get his hands on silver coins.
Bedum withdrew to the rear like a ghost. He'd follow them slowly while staying hidden. Even with distance between them, no one looked back. It meant they trusted Bedum that much. To Rowan, who kept looking back, Sen said:
