The four-armed mercenary, Trevor, was slouched over. He'd been living well lately. Although his meals weren't covered, Porcupine Territory didn't much restrict his freedom.
Every day, he just trained the new recruits and then went to the tavern for a drink.
His only regret was that Porcupine Territory had no brothels, which left him uncomfortably pent-up.
"Tell me, why doesn't the Lord open one?" He couldn't figure it out. 'What a great way to make money.'
The soldier drinking with Trevor looked at him with contempt. "The Lord has his noble, devout Knights. He doesn't allow any unholy relationships outside of marriage. Here, only the bonds of husband and wife are protected."
If a brothel were to be established in Porcupine Territory, a group of girls would be "forced to volunteer" to work there.
