The mercenaries stared in fear and wonder at their unexpected saviours. One of them—a leader—even dared to step up and say something questioning to Malevolence's humans nearby. Others have stared wide-eyed at the bees buzzing around.
"He asks humans who they are, and what WE are," Agent Eloquence said to Malevolence. "I suggest you let Ramwill speak with them. He's more charismatic than any other human who knows the Vardish language…"
Malevolence nodded.
"I leave directing the negotiation to you, Eloquence. I want the mercenary patent, and if possible, mercenaries themselves. They look… weak. An easy target for conquering."
They still had combat spirit in them, but there were a lot of losses around. Even more, they already saw how deadly bees were. If Malevolence threatened them, she was sure they would cave.
Eloquence smirked and nodded, reading Malevolence's thoughts.
