Rowan's group grew in number. With one woman and two men, various riffraff frequently picked fights. Mercenary captain Yuval of the Skull Mercenary Group, bounty hunters with the lord's crest, arrested them all.
Those picking fights on the road were mostly bandits, and there were no bandits who could beat Rowan. They were pathetic bastards who fell backward just from a round shield shoved at them—people who couldn't fight, coveting wealth.
Merein's beauty played a role too. Her distinct features and body trained to live as a mercenary were attractive.
"Having Keireon made a considerable difference."
Yuval clicked his tongue. With few personnel, flies swarmed.
"Please spare me! I'll never forget this grace!"
"Saint! Please give me one chance! My eyes were swollen shut so I didn't recognize you!"
"Sob sob."
