Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150618120644

Jon rose an eyebrow. ''Games? A tournament? For mercenaries?''

He sighed, rather annoyed at the current events. He had other stuff to do than partake in games..

Although, a year's worth of pay did sound good.

The mercenaries around him started forming teams - it were the stronger ones that allied together, and the fodder merely tagging along. The weaker mercenaries did not have anyone else to team with, and would get rejected easily.

Noone tried inviting Ashcroft - Jon was either greeted with glares or simple disgust, although for what reason remained unclear.

As people started forming groups and heading out of the inn, only a few of Pontius' mercenaries were left, inlcuding Lylaire.

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"That's where I need to go, then.." Hilda said, nodding at the Legate in gratitude.

"Thank you for sharing."