"This is insane."
"No, this is our work Thay."
Those were the last words Dreothorn said before killing that man cold blooded. Describing it would be unnecessary since most of them were the same: A strong strike to the ribs with his halberd. Most of the time he did the killing meanwhile Thayalengir tied the people or knocked them unconcious if necessary.
"We should kill the family too..." Said Dreothorn while looking with those empty green eyes of his at the terrified family.
"Aye, just burn the house and let's go." Said Thayalengir who was already heading to the door and answered with obious apathy.
So did Dreothorn, who cared not about the pleas of the family, he just grabbed a torch and threw it to the straw.
They mounted and head for their next victim, who was a farmer too:
"We are getting many contracts to murder farmers, why would it be?" Dreothorn was starting to think this was not a coincidence.
"It's not our concern friend, we are just here to follow orders." He gave Dreothorn a smile before resuming their travel.
It may not be of their corcent, but how many things aren't of their concern and they've still done it? They cared not about murdering those people, after all, they were used to it. But they normaly get a variation, why farmers? They don't do anything apart from growing their crops and trading them for money. All this was unsettling to Dreothorn, but would it be for his old friend Thayalengir?
"Mate, I know this is not of our concern but don't you think all this farmer-raffle is fishy?"
"Maybe Dreo, but what are we supposed to do. We are nothing but mere mercenaries."-He replied with his typical smile. Dreothorn wondered how did this life didn't bother him.-"But at the same time it favors us"-he spoke again, this time there was something in his eyes that convinced him that his friend offered him full support.-That will make it less obious, our work as mercenaries will get us access to the person who is wanting all this farmers dead."-
So they rode with that idea in their heads to their next victim.
