The boy was clever and continued, "You're from the Black Wolf Mercenary Corps, aren't you? I've seen your wanted posters in the black market. They have this same mercenary uniform insignia. You've got a lot of enemies here. It'll be hard to get out on your own."
The boy paused, a cunning smile on his face. "Besides, the Eastern Highlands just fought with you during the day. I heard their Lord died. Those people aren't going to let you walk out of here alive..."
Due to malnutrition, he wasn't very tall, but his eyes were bright, revealing a sharp wit.
Alvin Morgan watched him for a moment before chuckling. "What makes you so sure we're with the Black Wolves?"
He pulled aside his mercenary coat, revealing Aurora Sinclair's hair.
"We could also be Eastern Highlanders."
The boy froze. Fear flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively took a few steps back.
"The East... Eastern Highlanders..."
