Celeste walks up to stand next to Roland, perhaps ready to protect us if this somehow goes south in an instant.
I can't blame her.
It's unlikely that so many survivors of such a recent disaster could be involved in such a ridiculous scheme...
But with Beatrix, it's better to be on guard.
"What brings a bunch of adventurers like you here anyway? We already sent away all the ones in blue uniforms, figured more weren't coming." One of the men comments, quirking an eyebrow at the three of us.
Celeste shakes her head. "We don't come from the kingdom."
"So...you're not from the adventurer's guild. You're really just a group of mercs?" He tilts his head. "If you think we've got anything to pay you... I'm sorry, but-"
"Don't need your money." Roland cuts in. It's not rude or even particularly gruff, but it doesn't leave room for the man to continue with his rambling.
