Standing last in line was a woman wearing a mantle.
The hood did not cover her head, allowing Kieran to see her face clearly.
She had a clean tidy red bob, strong facial features and light, wheat-like skin. She didn’t share the weathered feel of a mercenary, but she looked healthy and lively.
What caught Kieran’s attention was the box she was carrying. To be more precise, it was a metal trunk as tall as a grown man, one meter wide and two knuckles thick. It looked extremely heavy.
The cowhide straps, which were as wide as a man’s palm, were stretched tightly.
The trunk had to be full.
"Does it hold weapons? Or maybe armor?" Kieran guessed.
Either way, anyone who could carry that kind of weight had to be a good fighter. Kieran instantly marked her down, not just because of her strength, but also because of the Sub Mission description.
As a matter of fact, other than the redhead, there were a couple more noteworthy candidates, which were also marked down by Kieran.
