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[SeriousConcentrate]

"Exactly what Charlotte said, Seyena. And Olison is correct too. These are things one has to think about..."

[Praefectus Screptum]

Tantallos looked to the sides for a moment and began to look at the heavy tome he received.

"Hmm.. if we are going to have a new "leader", I would vote for Gregor."

[Sirus]

Gregor, who had been eating silently during this conversation, spoke quietly without looking up from his food.

"I'll do whatever I can to help. If you want me in charge, fine. If you just want me to be the "face" for the group, that's fine as well. I'm terrified that a choice I make could lead to someone's death, so perhaps the second option would be best."

He forced himself to his feet, before putting the gold he had on him on the table.

"Buy whatever you think we'll need; Ami, I'm pretty sure you still need a new staff. Now I'm going to get some sleep before we head back with the Captain tomorrow, and I suggest you all do the same."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison passed his sword one last time over the wooden replica before laying it down and starting on the next one.
: "A lesser man would call such fear of leading one to their death cowardice, I call it wisdom."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Understood."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris took the pure water out of his pockets and set it on the table.

"Selling this should bring in some money for that staff as well."

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena looked at the gold on the table, before adding her own amount to the pile.

"Like Chris, if anyone has anything they don't need or want, I'd say we should put it on the table. I could run over and sell it, and we could purchase supplies as needed with the gold left over."

[Furtuka]

Derick put his old iron sword on the table

"Here, I don't need this one anymore, and we really do need more money."

[Sirus]

: "A lesser man would call such fear of leading one to their death cowardice, I call it wisdom."

Gregor simply shrugged.

"You're too kind. Father always said I could use some wisdom instead of 'book smarts'."

He managed to put a genuine, if tired, smile on his face.

"Wake me up if you need anything or if something happens. Otherwise, I'll see you all tomorrow."

Gregor went to his room and dozed lightly.

[Haspen]

Seconds after Gregor left for sleep, someone, escorted by two spearmen, entered the inn, causing the gaathered people to go silent. That someone was no else than Captain Leon. He approached the mercenaries' table, a small man with papers and a bag followed.

"Came as quickly as it was possible... Right. Which one of you is the leader of this group? My friend here has few questions for you..."

The man with the papers and bag stepped in front.

"Yes, yes, pleasantries aside. I have few questions I would like you to answer. Firstly, did any of you notice anything strange before the attack? Did you too noticed the scent of vinegar, or sewer odour, during the first explosions? If you have something to add, I will gladly listen."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"I'm not the leader, but I'll speak for us. Yes, I did notice a vinegar smell."

[Gamerboy4life]

"Sewer odor- wait..." Seyena leaned in next to Chris, whispering, "Didn't you say you saw a bunch of cloaked people that smelled like the sewers?"

[CrimsonEon]

Midway through hewing the second blade, Olison sat up with a short glance at Leon and the others before looking towards Chris. His expression turned questioning with a raised eyebrow.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Yes, actually. I assumed they were thieves or the like."

[Haspen]

"Eh, everyone is saying that. Hooded people from the sewers. Nothing new here as well, it seems..." The man handed the bag to Leon and took off with papers, and the soldiers followed. Captain Leon shrugged.

"There's that. Anyway; here, have some gold for your good work. If not you, our unit could be wiped out. Together with Syrea we were pondering how we can repay for your help during the attack, and concluded that, given you're mercenaries, gold will be most appropriate." He placed the not-really-heavily looking bag into Christopher's hands.

"It might feel light, but there's some Deynastian platinums as well. In the name of Fezzan City Guard, thanks again." He then saluted to the group, turned on his heels and walked out of the inn.

Christopher got 500 gold!