「"Move that barrel over there! You call that a picket line? My grandmother can dig a trench faster than you lot, and she's been dead since the Abyss cracked the sky!"」
「"Oh, shut it, Gurn. Your grandmother was a mountain troll, of course she could dig faster. Hey, look who it is! The Commander's new pet!"」
「"Quiet, you idiot. That's the guy who nearly took the Commander's head off in the courtyard. Show some respect before he decides your face needs a redesign too."」
Kang Min walked into the center of the mercenary camp, his boots crunching on the dry earth.
The sun had finally dipped below the horizon, and the camp was alive with the flickering orange glow of dozens of communal fires.
The smell of roasting mutton and cheap, yeasty ale filled the air, mixing with the metallic scent of whetstones on steel.
He didn't say anything as he approached the main fire.
He just looked at them.
The men and women of the Mercenary Knights Corp.
They were a diverse lot.
