This group of seven mercenaries looked quite intimidating and strong.
They wore worn, but good quality armor; sharp, freshly sharpened weapons; thoroughbred horses with comfortable saddles; and middle-aged faces, noticeably weathered by countless battles. They were clearly veteran warriors, and with top-notch equipment.
"I think that's the girl we're looking for, boss" commented one of the riders, as they arrived.
"We're in luck!" another celebrated.
"I'll spend the juicy reward we'll get, at the new brothel in Varden City, and much sooner than we thought. haha!" admitted a third, as he laughed with glee.
"Easy, don't forget where we are now" cut in, in an authoritative tone, the only rider with a white horse and white armor, in this whole group. It could be said that he stood out qui
