The small village of Hasta was filled with mercenaries. Soldiers and warriors with no loyalty or allegiance to anything other than gold coins. Someone must have hired every last company in the Northern region. No wonder Adventurer's Association was so active lately. I even spotted Guild Associations from other Kingdoms. The two women and their children clung to my orbit strictly and obediently. Their ordeal on the Imperial Highway could have ended very differently. I'm sure that this will be branded into their memory. Imicina and Geneva were rightly suspicious and untrusting of the people here. The town of Hasta was being taken over by the worst and lowest kinds. This place would be the staging ground for something terrible.