"Alright, Viert, calm down a bit. None of us wished for things to end up like this." Laine quickly stopped Viert, sensing the hostile emotions among the surrounding mercenaries.
"Lady Trovik, please remember the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps. When we left Frost City, we had a full complement of fifty men, with two staying behind." Viert no longer cared about Laine's status. The deputy commander, in his thirties, had bloodshot eyes and a hoarse voice: "And now? We have only thirteen left. What did you say back then? You needed us as bodyguards, and you would protect us with your magic?"
"But now? You can't even protect yourself, so you throw our lives into the mix?"
"Back in Kaltenhaven, I asked you directly. You promised we wouldn't face fights like this again."
"We need an explanation, Lady Trovik!!!" Viert approached, but Laine quickly stopped him, the White Wolf Knight's expression calm: "Watch your attitude, mercenary! Otherwise, I'll fulfill my duty."
