"I've heard from my fellow mercenaries," Orcbro began, his eyes fixed on the flickering flames as the wind played with the fire's dance, slowly burning the wood below it to warm their bodies.
He continued, "Derick, the infamous hero and slave trader..." He tried to recall what he knew about him from conversations with the mercenaries, and it flashed in his memory. Then, he informed Rizki, "He's the most dangerous individual you'll ever cross paths with in the future."
Rizki couldn't help but interject with a quip, "There's no such thing as 'the most dangerous,' mate. There will always be someone even more dangerous than him." Chuckling, he paused before revealing, "I once held a blade at his throat during a meeting."
Rizki picked up a piece of wood and, as if sharing a secret, continued, "Let me tell you, he had someone covering his back, which is why he believed he could act with impunity. But he won't dare such antics in my presence since I'm not a pushover!"
