"Everyone!! This is both chance and curse! A man for himself!" said one of the adventurers as he raised his fist.
"With the Frost Party being absent, I might yield a better result, than yesterday," said another.
"Or you might die."
"Huh? Sir Doma!" the adventurer immediately wiped off the scowl on his face the moment he realized who it was.
"Sir Doma, with you here, the death would be lesser than yesterday," said another adventurer.
"Keep your eyes peeled open, I will watch from the walls, remember, there is no guild when The Swarm happened, the city still needs to be protected, don't disgrace yourself over some petty problems. Your blade might know honor, but their teeth only chew."
"Y-yes!!" The adventurer straightened their spine.
Doma nodded firmly before he jumped and landed right on the parapet. The fellow archers immediately greeted him with a nod.
"Sir Doma, good to see you again."
"Likewise, how is the situation."
