"Well… what do you know? The drunkard still makes some sense."
Ivan said, casting a disapproving glance at Thorn before continuing in a grim voice.
"What you have said is right but it's only half right. The sellswords won't attack our base because that's where we will be at our peak.
What kind of idiot band of mercenaries attacks the enemy on its turf?
If the attack is going to take place, it would take place in a few days whenever we try to leave the island. At least that's what I'd do if I were to be in my enemy's shoes.
So what Roran said in the beginning is right. We need to be careful."
Ivan was a robust man with earth-toned skin and a rugged, weather-beaten face that spoke of his resilience. He was the sixth subordinate Kaelen had. Like his peers, he was also in the late stage of the Spirit Refining realm.
