The villagers watched our every move, considering that we were ten guests that the town knew. This mercenary became the village's heroes since they shared their hunts with these poor families. My team was a pack of adventurers that could defend this place against the army of Caerleon.
Ten hotshots butting heads against each other was a spectacle to watch for the villager's eyes. And we were both adventurers, which made the battle more intense and exciting. If I was a villager living in this town, I would have done the same thing.
But that was not important right now. The only thing that I could do was begging for forgiveness. I knew too well that death cannot return to life. And no matter how hard we would try to twist the story, it was still my fault for butting in to save the puppies. Merleen killed the two leaders of this mercenary group, which was the breadwinner of this ghost town.
