"Every person in that Church died."
Raven's hair stood on end as he looked back at his teammates.
They were looking at him, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Raven looked back, his grip on his shoulder tightened a bit, "We are a mercenary corp, can you please trust me and point in the direction of the church?"
"Do you not value your life?" He asked back.
"If we did, we would not be in this line of work, mister," Raven answered, his words light.
"What kind of mercenary group works out of the kindness of their hearts?" The peasant's head never rose, as he just mumbled these words.
"We would get our pay from the Church, one way or another." His sentence was vague but true in a way.
"And who knows, they might even reward us."
"Delusional, you are." He replied, "Before you die, don't blame me that I didn't warn you."
Heh!
Raven chuckled, "We would not die."
"Promise me you would not curse me for your death."
Raven sighed.
