The Guards of Baron Illus were, simply to say, men that were under his personnel employment and not those from outside his estate.
One of them was their Captain Jan, and he was a hot-headed man. The severity of his injuries from the encounter with the Kobolds was measurable by looking at his bandaged forehead.
“Stupid. Why do we have to end up like this? Baron Illus should have at least informed any of us beforehand if he had any plans of retreating instead of escaping by himself and letting all of us get captured,” Captain Jan grumbled as he covered the pit hole with new mounds of dirt.
A couple of Kobolds watched over him, and they were all equipped with slingshots, with some even having a knife.
“Stupid f*cking Kobolds, what is this stupid life?”
Out of everyone in the group of 300 guards, Captain Jan was someone they least expected would turn into a cursing and swearing mess while talking about Baron Illus. By the looks of it, the man was immensely pissed.