The noisy chattering of the disorderly mercenaries continued, marching like they had not a crate in the world.
And in fact, they had not a care. They were but mercenaries who were called to do a job. In this light, there was no need for them to show restraint and be orderly as would a proper army.
They were hirelings, mercenaries, not knights or warriors.
And where the pay came, was where they flocked to.
Regardless of the fact that they had just been turned away from their area of duty, they carried on, bickering, chatting, smacking and smiting each other, playfully on and on.
And if they was one thing mercenaries were quite capable of, it was of the fact that they were indeed highly preservering. And as such, a march from the extreme of the town to their new destination, the sea por
