His men were happy, at least. They were getting a kick out of sending the noble chefs into a panic with their excessive orders. One such man was giving a long droning apology to Northy as he complained about his meat being too salty – despite Northy ordering it that was.
All he gleaned from this victory was a reassessment of Nolan. But his men attributed it to him. His follower points had gone up as a result. Both Vagrin and Northy now – according to the System – seemed to be as loyal to him as Harland and Borne were. His numbers were growing, and his strength was growing with him. But what did it even mean to lead? What with this tightrope that he walked, with all these dangerous people? To murder, and to run from the city guard, that was one thing… but this sort of game that he played now, it was something else entirely. Could he keep it up?
