Apparently, if there were warriors looking for work, this was the place that they'd come, though Vol hadn't been informed exactly of what process they were to go through in order to advertise their potential employment. To him, it reeked of a formality that he wasn't used to – gathering a raiding party had never been this organized, after all.
"There's so many…" Jev said. "What were we saying earlier, about them not letting in more warriors than the garrison could handle? There's easily over a thousand here…"
Vol brought up his interference, mutely evaluating the levels of the different people that passed them by.
Level 9, level 10, level 9, level 8… Level 20? Level 32, level 25, level 40.
