The oldest root

A wide smile appeared on Candle's face. "Why? Why should I not accept such a nice offer? This whole camp is assaulted with repeated misfortunes and crimes, thankfully you've just pointed out how much your current place in this camp allows you to see things like those, you were hired for most after all. Are you aware that a murder, as atrocious as it may look like, cannot be done by a simple man, even one with this built? So why do you think I'd refuse such a chance? Do you think I'm a mad man?"

The man stopped blinking for an instant, the boy's reply was very important. Over the scent of anger, fear spread over it and was quickly picked up by the wolf. Oswald replied accordingly.

"I think so. However that's no internal conflict of yours if it what you want to her. I can point my finger at the ghost that haunts your nights. She seems to like you more than the bunch of naive soldiers she's been with."

The orc's jaw dropped.