The group walked towards the back of the convoy, hauling their bags of equipment and weaponry along with them. Corsair did his best to distract himself from the tainted blade burning a hole in the bag over his shoulder, focusing on Axel rummaging through his own belongings. Thomas and Dieter walked alongside Axel, the former invested in the apothecary’s agitated search whilst the latter didn’t dare to speak. Corsair noticed how Dieter’s eyes would momentarily dart in Corsair’s direction, as if considering a look at him, before he returned his gaze to the front.
“Ah, damn it,” Axel groaned. “It’s all wrong.”
“What’s all wrong?” Thomas said.
“My medical inventory, they messed up the order.”
“I’m guessing that’s not a good thing for an apothecary, right?”
“When I need to be quickly pulli
