:
"Put aside your superstitions. We're defending our nation, not gossiping about a village witch. No tool, however much you might fear it, should be set aside.":
"And it's nonsense, in any case. Our king was a royal fool whose actions and ambition betrayed his people, not a brainwashed puppet.":
"Now listen to Roux. If what Rina said is correct, we must prepare, quickly."Despite his words, the man took a moment's break after bringing in one of the boxes, nibbling on a small hunk of bread and cheese. Assuming he chose to stay with this group--and under the circumstances, it seemed the best decision--they'd be off to Millton tomorrow. And then...
Larger groups meant correspondingly greater danger. He knew as much from experience. Powerful operations couldn't last long without drawing the attention of the Mordoan army. But the small operations performed by groups like the one at the inn--raiding the occasional tax caravan, harassing lone messengers and similar--did little to harm the occupiers in the long run. If they were to ever free themselves, they needed to take the risks.
Despite himself, Martyn was feeling emboldened. The chance to strike greater blows against their oppressors, to gain more than these minor victories, was not something he had expected to see for many months. That they still had the men and the courage for such actions was more than he had hoped to find on his return. He was glad for it. All that remained was to see what their partners had in mind.
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"Rina. The leader of this group. Do you know anything at all about them?"