She nudged Garan, who spoke after a pause.
"My condolences," Garan said with that usually baritone voice of his.
"Well, if you'd excuse us, we truly need to leave," she said. "If you distrust us so much, you can come with us to the Mercenary Hall, witness us leave with your own eyes."
She realized that Pallo was tittering between letting them go despite his greed, and bridge-burning was because of their connections with Erol.
"Make an oath first, and you can leave."
"What?"
"Make an oath."
"We come from a Level 2 town as well," she said. "If there is no need to be hostile, there shouldn't be, right?"
Forcing someone to make an oath just to prove themselves was akin to asking someone to undress to prove they did not have weapons.
Unless it was a true life-and-death requirement—and unless they were unwilling or presented themselves to make oaths—no one would be willing to be forced to it.
"Make an oath that you will return here with your family and serve me."
