Garen made his way back to the main camp.
His steps were slow and his shoulders heavy as the scattered mini camps became slower behind him. The voices of the mercenaries and criminals grew distant.
Since he was now working for the Morvath family and had a falling out with his entire crew, he had to move out of their camp and into the Morvath Family's camp.
Even after everything… He did not regret anything.
'So, my sister could die for his brother's greed, but his brother can't die for his own sins?' Garen thought as his mind drifted to the argument.
***
The argument had been short, bitter and loud enough that the nearby tents had gone quiet, listening.
Ardeth's face had turned red with his fists had clenched. His voice had risen, something that was quite uncommon.
"You went behind my back," Ardeth had said. "You made a deal with them without consulting me… without asking my permission."
"I did what I had to do," Garen had replied.
