Zya cringed at the thought of such cold-blooded s*******r. “Did it bother you that you had to do this?”
“That"s what being a mercenary is about. It"s not a pretty job, nor a safe one. But it does pay well. Mind you, don"t base your judgement on my advice. When I first started out, some cocky mercenary tried to take me under his wing. He had some pretty strange ideas. His repeated advice to me was "Once you strike the killing blow, turn away. Do anything but see death creep over them". Last I heard of him, he was begging the streets of Ulecio after some half-dead wretch had managed an ounce more strength than he gave them credit for and sliced one of his arms just below the elbow. It was at least a week before they could find anyone to heal him, and by that time the arm was useless. With t
