"That's it?" Silverfish said. "That's pissin' it? This was meant to be a bronze-quest, or whatever the fuck that means. Why are they dying so quickly? Those Yarmdon we fought in our first quest lasted bloody longer!"
He waved his sword around, looking for fresh targets, but he could find none. He looked all the more monstrous a man within the confines of the dimly lit keep, covered in blood as he was. He looked less the fearsome warrior that he was when he fought in the light of day, and more like a simple and terrifying murderer.
"I imagine the difficulty in question was on account of the doors, and the fact that we were meant to have to do a siege…" Harland said, glancing at Vol. "Even the strongest of mercenary groups would have found themselves stumped if they couldn't get their hands on the defenders inside. But it seems that wasn't a problem. Not now, or in the future."
