POV Gale
I somehow managed to drag myself back at home. At that point, I didn't know how much time had passed; it could've been a couple of days, it might have been a week. There was no need to hang on such small details; the important thing was that I made it back alive, the target had been killed, and I got paid.
We somehow got alive, but we had to put up a hell of a fight against both the noble's army and those armed homeless people reigning over the underground. It was something so absurd to say out loud that nobody from any other city would've probably believed my words.
