Hatred

Anfey stopped and turned around, frowning. "My lord," Ozzic said hurriedly. "They didn’t do it on purpose. No one wanted to disobey Lord Manlyn."

"Yes, yes," the other mercenary nodded in agreement. He glanced at Ozzic and mouthed a thank you.

A dozen other mercenaries appeared at the door. There were four mages and a magister among them. They were hiding in the dark, but the mercenary had been very loud when he was talking to Anfey, and they heard the entire conversation. They didn’t want to interfere. Even if Manlyn and Anfey got into a fight, it was still their personal problem. The mercenaries didn’t want to offend either side in this conflict.

"My lord, Shinbella’s cell is on the first floor. I’ll take you there," the magister said with a pleasant smile.

"Good," Anfey said with a relaxed voice.