"Are you scared?" Layn casually asked, turning his eyes to one of the mercenaries that Markus brought to the camp.
Right now, the archmage and a group of seven people, only two of which were with Layn since the very beginning of the camp, awaited the appearance of the monsters at the location they all agreed upon earlier.
"Sir?" the youth muttered as he raised his eyes. While his hands didn't tremble, just by looking at how tense all his muscles were, one could fathom just how terrified this young mercenary was.
"There is no need to worry," Layn smiled, unable to keep teasing the man when he saw how strongly the man soaked in his words. "They stand to lose far more by breaking the negotiations than they do by coping up with our requests," Layn said before pointing his hand at a massive bag filled to the brim with stone coins.
