Just like others, there was only a small number of people who were chosen among the members of the Mercenary Guild.
There were currently two men from the Mercenary Guild inside the Neutral Lands. One of them was even the son of an important figure in the upper echelon of the Guild!
"Cort! Hurry your lazy ass up here!" shouted a robust man with short dark brown hair which fluttered freely in the air. He was currently on top of a giant boulder, taking a look around their surroundings.
A few meters away from him walked a man with an average build and light brown hair that dropped almost to his shoulders. An annoyed expression was plastered on his face as he spat on the ground before jumping on the boulder as well.
"What is it, Aakal? Can't you keep your voice down? It's not the Guild anymore! We can be attacked anytime!" barked Cort. He had known Aakal for a long time, and yet he couldn't get used to his annoying behavior.
