The rest of the week in the mansion was peaceful. Quite weirdly so. Apart from a few minor skirmishes, the atmosphere around the estate was hushed.
The guards had religiously thrown themselves into training, and the mercenaries were having a time of their living bossing them around. The guards had formed various factions within themselves and supported several mercenaries.
The most popular among these factions was the one led by Laihud. His feminine looks, coupled with his shy and kind demeanour, had both males and females flocking toward him.
The most vulgar faction amongst the groups had to have been Vimur's. Within five days, Vimur had turned his faction of guards into complete warmongers.
It didn't matter if the enemy was weak or not. They headed straight into fights and returned with the enemy's crushed skulls. Maybe calling them a cult of warmongering drunkards was more suitable.
