"It's almost nightfall." Tovar said coldly, "did I not say we couldn't trust them." His fingers wrapped around a chicken leg as he tore into the meet with a cold stare. He knew the mercs had already set up camp.

"I promise they'll be here soon." William snarled at his companions, who all seemed rather irritated with their leader, some even thinking if they should return home while they still could.

The horses tied to a tree and fire crackling nearby, keeping the mercenaries warm while waiting.