The quintet of mercenaries stood at their designated meeting spot outside the mercenaries' guild the following day, each carrying an impressive amount of supplies. The air was thick with the anticipation of their upcoming journey, and the quiet hum of morning activity in the city provided a fitting backdrop.
"What's your read on the newcomers?" Horbin asked his leader, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.
"You saw them fight. They can punch above their weight and work well together. Moreover, they don't seem like the type to create problems," Calion answered, his gaze scanning his teammates for their input.
"They're strong, no doubt about it. I just... I don't know. They seem distant, like they're outsiders looking in. Reminds me of that one Highborn, remember the one who passed by here a few months back?" Horbin remarked, his brow furrowed.
