THE ship Wulfric was on was finally nearing the planet where they would pick up the group of people who were about to be sold. Because of that, things had been pretty hectic on the ship. Even if he didn't want to move, he had to in order not to look suspicious. It was only after dinner, or at least what seemed to be the time for dinner, that he finally had free time.
As soon as he had free time, Wulfric entered his personal quarters. It was a small cabin that wasn't even half the size of his own bathroom back in Beowulf. But he didn't care much. He had lived in worse condition than this, doing missions here and there. What's important to him was that he had his own privacy.
Normally, as someone who was just commissioned by this mercenary group, he shouldn't be given a cabin of his own. But after he asked very 'nicely' with his fist, they allowed him to have one.
