"That's one nice campfire…"
In any normal situation, seeing a man covered from his feet to his forehead in blood, calmly commenting on the visual experiences he had while watching a huge stack of burning wood would at least make everyone else feel strange. Yet, in this particular situation, the atmosphere around was too jovial for anyone to care.
"But man, I gotta say this. I didn't expect for your plan to work so well!"
Pointing to the side with his chin, Victor accepted some kind of rag that one of the soldiers offered to him before cleaning at least his face from all the redness.
"It worked out, quite a lot fewer people died than usual, we didn't really have to bother fighting with the other mercenaries all that much. So I would say, everything worked out exactly as I hoped it would."
