"Lord, are you willing to hire us?" Dakar's expression was not one of ecstatic joy but of intense wariness.
Having been cruelly injured by others in the past, they harbored a deep sense of caution, especially towards nobles.
"This is my personal offer. The choice is yours," Gaven said calmly. "You should have seen over the past few days how I treat the gnolls. With the gnolls, I still have a heart of mercy. Would I harm you, a group of pitiable people, without reason?"
"If I truly wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't need to go through so much trouble. I could simply seal off all the entrances to the cave where you're hiding."
"Looking at the state you're all in, what do I have to gain from you other than some labor?"
Dakar fell into silence, seriously pondering the other's words.
