The air around the pub was tense, but Thief broke it down quickly by picking up a glass of ale.
"Everyone, drink up your glass and enjoy your life. Let's go out with a smile on our faces."
Everyone cheered him up and drank. The alcohol was just a tool to help them bid their courage for what they were about to do next.
Andrew took a sip of the cheap alcohol before he pushed it away. He was not a big fan of drinking. But everyone else finished their glass.
"Let's show those bastards who are the boss here. The queen is going down."
Someone yelled before the rebellion took off.
"I will leave the queen to your group. Initially, I wanted to take care of the queen, but you knocked out my trump card, so I have no other choice. Make sure you do a good job."
Thief sounded almost bitter as he said these words before he turned away. None of his other party members seemed around, but Andrew was not someone who lingered on such things. Thief's party situation was his own problem.
