Are they the people by the Rushing River?
As he thought of the reed marsh stained with blood, Laman felt a moment of disorientation, with many nameless faces flashing through his mind.
Suddenly, he thought of something else.
"So, are we going to... punish them now?"
"Don't overthink it," the soldier with glasses chuckled, "We're just staying a few days, waiting for the Duke's men to take over the Baron's estate."
He seemed to have seen through Laman's thoughts and continued, "Actually, I prefer living with these peasants without stance over the servants who have clear positions. At least, we don't have to worry about them poisoning us at night. We might even hire them to help catch some wild game since the forest doesn't have a master for now... What, are you afraid of them?"
Laman shook his head.
Although he was not as cunning as this fellow, able to discern who would employ the Black Hand and who wouldn't, he truly hadn't felt any fear.
