"Sir, at this rate we might be late to the party!"
The protests of the mercenaries could be heard all over the column. While only limited to some murmurs or to the protests directly conveyed to the young man's ear, Fen could feel that unless he does something quickly, this entire scheme could turn into a disaster.
Obviously, it was just a slight possibility of what could happen. For as long as their travelling column looked as orderly as it presented itself in the city, no problems should arise. The trouble would begin only when soldiers' voices could be heard from a distance, or once Fen would lose his patience and cave in to the demands of his fellow mercenaries.
"We don't have any choice."
