"Yet another busy day at work… I can't wait the time when we will finally be able to rest and enjoy the fruits of our labour."
Shaking his head, Victor looked at the young friend of his before reaching out with his hand.
"Safe travels, brother. May our plans bring us riches and fame."
As little as anyone thought about it at this stage, this was the ultimate motto of the mercenaries. If someone wanted to fight, he could go to the military. If someone wanted fame, he could strive to become a knight. But those wishing for both?
This was the ultimate drive of the mercenaries. Using their own power and skill, buy themselves a better life. That was one of the many reasons that this was the formation with a very quick turnover. Only a few remained in the formations for longer than just a few years, with how the few contracts fulfilled during that time could easily pay for the rest of their comfortable lives.
