Ola's rough palm enveloped Velin's hand. A sharp CRACK of knuckles made Velin's face twitch unnaturally.
"Deal!" Ola grinned, baring a mouthful of yellow teeth, his smile one of relief from a heavy burden.
'Blackmail and extortion, just scraping by while waiting to die—that's no life for a Knight.'
'He had no choice before. From today on, it's time for a new way of life!'
The next morning, on the field paths of Newly Town, the atmosphere was strange.
Thirty Rock Breaker Knights stood clad in simple leather armor, shouldering battle-axes. Their eyes blazed, brimming with the will to fight.
Behind them, however, stood thirty garrison members. Though their equipment was superior, most of them were so nervous their palms were sweating.
Barrett stood on high ground, his one remaining right eye narrowed in scrutiny and confusion. From his perspective, Ola's orders were complete nonsense.
