Bil's tone got even warmer, and his grip on the scout's wrist started to loosen as well. "I see… So you'll arrive at Frantoch before the next dawn at this pace, correct?"
"Yes," the scout answered, gradually feeling more at ease.
With the warmest tone of their entire encounter, Bil chuckled and let go of the scout's arm. "I see, I see… Then, you weren't given exact orders on what to do at Frantoch, it seems. That's why you roughnecks easily complied and followed the route to perfection. Because you've been given silent permission to do whatever you want with the city, right?"
"Mhm. That's exactly it," the scout replied, glad to move his arm around unimpeded. He relished in the lack of pain. "With Lord Tiberius gone and our expeditionary force already on top of the city, we get to come in, sweep the city, and let loose."
