Rogue's Hope

I walked a little behind Oteu, looking back at how the merchants were behaving. Someone already relaxed was sitting in carriages or next to the cabman discussing something.

From what I understood we were heading to the last carriage which looked like a big cage. It was pulled by two monsters and someone from the guards of the caravan controlled them, I did not know this person.

He was dressed in black clothes, one eye for some reason was closed with a bandage, the other was brown, he had long dark hair and a short beard. This guard looked like forty-something.

Noticing us, the man jumped down from where he controlled the monsters and smiled slightly at the sight of Oteu.

- And I began to fear that you are dead, Oteu. - the man turned to the head of security, holding out his hand.

From him and Oteu's behavior, I saw that this was a familiar greeting between them. Oteu grinned at the man's words and shook his hand.

- Before you, I definitely will not die Poire. - Oteu said cheerfully, grinning.

Listening to the answer of the head of security, the man named Poire relaxed and turned his gaze to me. In his gaze, I did not see the usual arrogance or contempt that I noticed from different representatives of the races.

- Why did you bring a young half-elf with you? Or does he want a cage? - Asked Poire, looking from me to the head of security.

Laughing at Poire's words, but feeling pain from his wounds, Oteu tried to calm down so that the wounds would not open again.

- No, this young half-elf has taken on missions to destroy their bandit camp. And who better than them knows the location of their camp, if not them. - Explanatory said Oteu, looking at me.

The man was surprised by the reason for the arrival even more closely examining me. But seeing nothing, he shrugged his shoulders and followed Oteu, who was already examining the surviving robbers.

- How many of you want to try to save your life? - Asked roughly Oteu looking at the robbers.

Some of the robbers tried to help others who were injured, while others were sitting resigned to their fate.

They were all dressed in rags and the smell coming from the cage urged me to close my nose and not breathe this smell. But I restrained myself from this desire, these robbers might think that I can be fooled.

- What needs to be done? - I heard a hoarse voice from a man who was sitting in one of the corners of the cage.

Looking at the man, I saw that he was less injured and looked like he still had hope that he could survive.

- You need to show this half-elf where your camp is. - The head of security answered the man's question.

Having risen from the corner and began to slowly approach our side, he did not take his eyes off me, assessing his ability to escape.

Apparently he thought that he had a chance, broke into a smile.

- Then you have found someone willing to escort this half-elf to our camp. - The man said, it was noticeable how his mood had risen.

The security chief saw that the remaining robbers did not try to kill the traitor, which meant that this man was not simple.

- Good what is your name? - The chief of protection has taken an interest considering the person.

The man laughed, pushing back his hair, he looked at me and then at the head of security.

- My name is Pelori, when do we leave? - Asked a cheerful voice man.

Oteu looked at me, he apparently expected that I would refuse such an escort, but this person completely suited me.

- In a day, I'll come for you Pelori. - I answered the man's question and the looks directed at me by the head of security and the guard.

Hearing my words, the man named Pelori returned to his corner of the cage and relaxed with his eyes closed.

The rest of the robbers did not want to get in the way of Pelori they had the hope that he would help them escape when he got rid of this half-elf.

- Okay, now let's get out of here, and the feeling that their smell is soaking into my clothes said. - Oteu moving away from the cage.

Puar laughed when he heard his words and we went back, he returned back to the place of control of monsters and a strange wagon.

I did notunderstand how he was not afraid to be with captive robbers, even in a cage, they were still dangerous.

Heading back, I pondered what to do with this robber. It was impossible to let him go even after the destruction of the camp, it only remained to kill him, but is it possible that I should have returned him to the guards in the city?

- Oteu, what will happen if this robber dies? - I asked the head of security.

I wanted to know exactly what the consequences would be if he did not return for court in the city, noticing that Oteu stopped, I also stood up, he looked at me and grinned.

- Nothing, I said to these rabble that they can try to save their lives, but not that they will save it, you know? - Asked grinning Oteu, turning back he went to his carriage.

I understood that he wanted to say that this robber would not be mourned or asked about his fate in the city. This was good news, which means my plan will work as I want it to.

Approaching the carriage, Oteu looked back and looked at me, it was getting darker and for his eyes I was nothing more than a figure in the dark.

- Before leaving, let me know so I can put someone in the middle of Trey's caravan. - Oteu said without waiting for my answer, he entered his carriage.

After standing for a couple more seconds looking at the carriage where Oteu entered, I shook my head and headed to my carriage to the sounds of insects, I had a feeling that the day had gone well.

Returning to the carriage, I saw both Keirin and Fel sleeping, my two tormentors who had remained in the carriage returned back to my consciousness.

After looking around and making sure that the girls were not in danger, I sat on the floor and went into my mind, I had a premonition that I could make another spell.

* * *

In a city that was beginning to fall into the darkness of the night, one could see fewer and fewer representatives of the races walking down the street until there were beggars and merchants who closed their shops.

But on one of the streets in a five-story building made of gray stone, there was a noticeable revival of someone laughing and someone cursing their failures. Above the building hung the inscription "Migen Mercenary Guild".

The city was richer where Tray went through the Portal, unlike Lenho, it was a center of trade thanks to places like Madame Lu'el's Auction House, which sold various outlandish items from all over the world.

Houses and roads were made of stone and brick. Guards patrolled the streets, catching troublemakers.

In the building of the guild of mercenaries, everything went on as usual, those who were not members of the guilds arrived here and took any tasks that were up to them, united in squads and divided the rewards for completing the tasks.

On the first floor there was a reception room and walls with tasks from the simplest to the most difficult.

The lightest were the F ranks, which were carried out mostly by new mercenaries with no name, but sometimes experienced mercenaries also took on such ones if the pay was worth their diligence.

On this floor, it was always lively in one part, representatives of the races could relax and discuss the implementation of a particular task and unite with someone.

In the other part, there were many windows in which girls dressed in the uniform of the mercenary guild had a green top and a medium-length skirt that did not cause any thoughts among the mercenaries.

These girls were like gods for mercenaries, they accepted tasks and could tell the mercenary if there was a profitable task.

The managers did not pay attention to such actions, as forwarding was always a task and it was stupid to fight for one, and if anyone did try, then they had a short conversation with them expulsion from the guild.

This exclusion was valid worldwide unless those offenders joined a private guild.

A dark elf was sitting in one of the windows, she had black eyes, a neat face, long hair and a beautiful figure that the guild uniform could not hide, many mercenaries tried to get close to her. But she refused everyone her name was Keilo she was only twenty-five years old and she did not seek to start a relationship.