Tri-fork Hill Road, Kingdom Camp
"Halt! Where are you coming from!"
Just looking at their faces, Rowan's peach fuzz hadn't fallen off and they were all sloppy-looking guys, but they were all armed. There was even someone pushing a cart behind an old donkey. They couldn't help but stand out.
The reason the soldier shouted loudly was because sloppy guys like these caused big accidents or ridiculous stunts. It was Ulas, a four-year soldier who'd seen idiots try to steal gate hinges from a place guarded by hundreds of soldiers.
Rowan nodded his head in greeting and presented his mercenary badge. Ulas received mercenary badges from the others too. He stared at the mercenary badges and nodded. They were legitimate.
He checked their luggage too. He could see food and necessities inside the cart.
"Going on a trip somewhere? Seeing you came from near Torch Fortress, you must be going to see the southern Golden Plains."
"No. We're a tracking mercenary group. We came for a commission."
