"ALL WHO CONTRIBUTE TO THE DEFENCE OF THE FORTRESS WILL HAVE GOLD FOR THEIR EFFORTS!" Lord Feltan shouted back. He could say such a thing surely, now that he had no soldiers left to reward, their treasury was free again. Or at last, part of it was. That part that hadn't been cast on the floor to fuel the marauding villagers.
"THEN YOU SHALL HAVE IT!" Nolan shouted back. Over the course of that brief exchange, Vol was able to identify the voice of the man speaking, even without turning around.
"About time," he murmured to himself. The next wave was coming. The soldiers were exhausted. They were basically useless by now. The only good thing was that Vol was sure he'd make it over the hundred-kill requisite of the quest that the System had set him – but he needed to survive in order to make it there, and they were walking an awfully tight line.
