“Get up, you pigs! Enemies.”0

Donovan kicked at the mercenaries who had just gotten comfortable. It was an emergency.0

“How did the chase party catch up to us already?” The mercenaries all wondered the same thing. It was strange as they had traveled only on mountain trails where horses could not trot on.0

“This is strange. Even if they mustered their men right away, it should have taken them at least a couple of days, but they caught up to us already?”0

The mercenaries complained as they rummaged through their loads to take out their armor and weapons. They helped each other lace up their armor.0

“What do you think, Urich?” Sven came up to Urich and asked. He gripped his double-handed axe as he pressed down his horned helmet.1

“They aren’t the guard captain’s troops. Chasing after us from the city should have taken them at least two days to catch up. Also, it’s not like we took our time marching, either. It’s strange that they’re catching up to us, regardless of how hard they were chasing.”0

Urich pondered as he brushed his chin. There was no reason for them to be caught up by the city guards already.0

“That probably means that the young noble’s little group was already being chased even before they got to that city, and were only half a day, or a day ahead, at max,” Sven said as he glanced at Phillion and Pahell.1

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