Benjamin quickly signaled at his mercenaries who were still digging.
"Stop digging. There’s a situation." He was stern, "Another group of people will probably arrive soon, we need to take care of the first."
Benjamin had murdered the drunk guard that had wandered over to relieve himself thinking that it would be a quick and easy dispatch. He didn’t think his death would complicate things.
But if the rich merchants were crying out to get their things back. Pretty soon, it wouldn't just be a few bodyguards bumping into their gas barrier - it would be the whole damn party.
Therefore, Benjamin had to strike first to gain the upper hand.
They should attack first to catch them off guard. They would have to leave the cleaning up for later.
The mercenaries received their new orders and put down their shovels. They were cheering with excitement. It seemed they preferred slaughter over manual labor.
