Alliances

"Leave us," Ozzic ordered. He glared at the mercenary, then turned his gaze back to Anfey. "And this is…?"

"This is Suzanna. She is a senior swordsmaster and my deputy."

"Nice meeting you," Suzanna nodded and said.

"Certainly, certainly," Ozzic said. "I’m Ozzic, leader of Dragon Rider mercenaries."

"I’ve been looking forward to meeting you." In front of others, Suzanna appeared cold and distant. She said that she had been looking forward to meeting Ozzic, though her expression was cold and unreadable.

"Ozzic, these are the quarters prepared for your men. The houses are newly built and unoccupied. I apologize in advance for any discomfort caused by the houses." Anfey smiled and turned to look at the men Ozzic brought. "I am not sure if we can house two thousand people, though."

"Don’t worry. I saw a clearing outside. We can camp there."

"But…"

"Don’t worry about it, I tell you. For mercenaries like us, camping outside is common. Don’t let it bother you," Ozzic said.