The air was thick with tension as I strode into the dimly lit room, shadows swirling around me like a living cloak. The flickering torches cast eerie shapes on the stone walls, illuminating the faces of the adventurers gathered around the table. They looked up, their expressions a mix of curiosity and doubt. I could feel their eyes boring into me, questioning my authority.
'The grim crusaders'
Poderick had recommended them personally if I wanted to handle some 'dirty deeds' bragging about their covertness and efficiency as mercenaries.
They were even renowned in the county, a shady group of individuals with a shady background, who surprisingly always got the job done if rewarded handsomely.
'I should've just asked for the twins minions from the cellar'
I sighed as the thought crossed my mind, feeling the lingering eyes of the five specialists in front of me.
