Why not recruit talent? Because it's too dangerous.
That young man just now, although completely different, still stirred up unpleasant memories for Roland.
Targeting the Samaritan Merchant doesn't mean he'd cooperate with scarier demons.
If that young man had left a trace of a mustache, he would have already acted.
Roland calmly said, "Sif, did you see his eyes? Those are eyes burning with flames; he will not be loyal to anyone."
Sif didn't speak, vaguely feeling that this isn't Roland's true belief.
She squinted her eyes slightly.
A cloud of fog hovered over Roland's head.
Completely inscrutable, yet well-meaning as ever.
Sif chose to stop thinking and trust Roland!
As they left the tavern, Roland lightly suggested, "Shall we go check on the warriors who are still on alert at the dock?"
"Of course, let's go."
Sif and Roland walked side by side, with squinted eyes starting to scan the surroundings.
