“I hated that guy with the red hair from the bottom of my soul. Seen ten winters less than me and tries to order me around. You do this, you do that? Who did that little shit think he was?” - the thin soldier said.

“What was his name? Rorc?” - the square one answered.

“Roric. Captain Roric to be precise.”

“What kind of a stupid name is Roric?”

“He’s got a pretty girl in town too, got everything going for him the bastard.”

“He does?”

“Yeah, wonder if she’d be looking for a new man now? I might go heal her sorrow.”

“Haha, they say he fought well. Never seen him swing a sword but he had the eye of a killer.”

“Ha, they all say they fight well but when you shank them from behind they’re all my equals. He thought he knew everything the little brat, I showed him last night.”

“You got him?”

“You bet I did. I looked around to see what the hell was happening, people were fighting left and right. Then when I saw that everything was going to shit I said oh what the hell and I stabbed him two or three times in the ribs. No one would know it was me, even you didn’t find out. Not that it matters anymore.”

“Yeah, now we make the rules.”

“Yeah, we do. I sent him to watch the road now, the captain. You know how he was acting all tough, getting the worst shift in the middle of the night? He’ll get to do all the watching he wants until he rots, the red-haired bastard.”

“Heh, let him catch a break I think he got what he deserved.” - the square soldier said.

And that was it. That was what Lesh waited for.