"So? What are you guys going to do once we are done with those pesky nobles?"
The camp they were wasting their time on looked way different from how it should look when such a huge army would occupy the area. But to the surprise of anyone who would be daring enough to track the progress of the mercenaries, this situation would be fairly simple to explain.
'After suffering a huge loss at the Kinzarian hands, the despicable mercenaries that only came to wreak havoc in this once beautiful country now retreated to the safety of the rotten land that groomed them.'
Stretching his hands towards the fireplace, Fen randomly guessed how the chronicle excerpts about their exploits would look like if the Kinzarian monarch were to win. That is if someone was capable of understanding the true meaning of all Fen's actions so far.
