Gysavur listened intently as they concluded the events that happened during their trip to Rakaens and back. He leaned back in his chair.
"It is nothing that hasn't happened before," he murmured. "Nearly a century ago, the Bloodcrows were even hired to disrupt our village. They played havoc on our deliveries."
He then quirked a smile at them. "Unlike that time, everyone has returned hale. I am glad."
The younger members of the delivery crew grinned back.
"Did you doubt us?" Menrike all but pouted.
"Who do you think we are," Jarihar crossed his arms smugly. "As if a few bandits would be a problem."
"As if you fought any," snorted Qemelai.
Krow hid a smile. The people who accompanied him to the cave mouth had pushed Jarihar to the back and taken down the bandits before he could protest too much.
"You didn't either!"
"Young ones…"
"Avu," Menrike piped up, more seriously. "What are we going to do?"
The others quieted.
