Meanwhile, the men and women who had brought death upon a man hey had never seen before, in the name of another stranger no less, were now on their way back to the town in which they received their task. But even though they had all agreed to to this Job, persuaded in a run-down tavern by the stern, concerned voice of the pale, but handsome man, their minds were not set on the substantial reward they were promised.
The man who rode out in front, clad in heavy armor and wearing two swords on his belt was the first to break the silence.
"We...shouldnt have accepted this job." The stern expression on his handsome, but gruff face did not change as he uttered the words
Again, nothing but the noises of the forest and the clapping of their horses hooves filled the scene, until the large woman in heavy dark robes, which seemed impractical for this kind of season, rode up next to him, and turned her head with a sigh.
"Ruuven, what else could we have done? We cant afford to be picky, especially-"
A high-pitched cackle from one of the other two riders disrupted her voice.
"Oh, trying to reason away our noble warriors doubts, mylady?"
The scourn that lay in the voice of the short and thin elf wearing dark and weathered leather,
also showed on his scarred and keen-featured face.
"Just one week ago he killed three, i repeat, THREE men single handedly, one even without looking him in the eyes."
The last rider to break her silence was a young woman clothed in the garments of a fledgeling priestess. Her soft, round face bearing a pained look in its eyes, as she turned towards the elf.
"Thats not fair Duvlan, you know THEY attacked US. If Ivanna hadnt felt the bandits approaching and if Ruuven hadnt slain their leader-"