"Shut up, and stop complaining. We took the job, and it has to be done. So we're doing it."
A second man farther back muttered under his breath, loud enough for the others to hear, his voice flowing with weary resignation.
"But seriously, this is a job for knights or trained soldiers with proper equipment. Adventurers are free birds, free spirits. We fight and explore, we take real and exciting contracts. Not these petty, cheap patrols on a boring mountain, wasting our precious time. I bet we won't... find... anything…... interesting…..."
He stopped short and froze mid-stride, boots planted on the loose stone of the trail, his body going rigid as if struck by a sudden paralysis.
"What the hell, Pouni!" the woman yelled, spinning to face him when she realized the footsteps behind her had ceased, her voice cutting through the thin mountain air.
