Meeting
"Well… she's suffered enough,"
Soon, Findir met up with the rest of us as we exited the long alleyway, making sure to cremate her body and let the ashes brush through the wind.
"Did you finish them off?" I asked, and Findir gave me a very shallow nod which was a sign that, of course, he had completed the job.
Those spectators were absolutely nothing to him, and if he wanted to, he could've probably just tortured every single one for information… but since they were most likely highly trained, we ended up just wasting our damn time.
We might get some piece of important information, but we still need the time to put everything in place… otherwise, everything just goes to shit.
…
After about a day, we finally reached the brothel, where a meeting was already being held due to us being a tad bit late.
"Geez, we thought you died," Jack rolled his eyes before making room on the couch for us to sit.