"The losses would outweigh the gains."
"In any case they are mercenaries, so as long as the price is sufficient we can recruit them easily without suffering losses."
"We'll quickly regain our investment once Baron Barthon is defeated and his domain reclaimed."
As his own soldiers, but also the blond-haired young man and his mercenaries watched him, Ron made his decision.
"Everyone out of here, please," Ron announced.
His men acted directly, while the saber-toothed tigers looked at Maxime, who nodded in their direction, asking them to obey.
Sensing Ron's intentions, Maxime asked for two chairs and a table.
A few minutes later, Ron and Maxime stood face to face around a small, dilapidated wooden table.
Ron's chair was particularly creaky under the weight of his body and armor.