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To say that the situation was unpleasant would be an understatement. Despite Kraylos's relative uselessness in battle, his intuition had saved the expedition members more than once. Considering the monsters inhabiting the ruins, Cenire didn't want to lose someone with such intuition. Moreover, the republican was not just going to leave the group, but also to steal items belonging to the Society.
"Hey, drunkard, hold on with such decisions!" the necromancer ran after the mercenary, simultaneously ordering her minions to block his way. "You might be making a terrible mistake right now. Yes, maybe you misunderstood some of the contract terms, which caused you dissatisfaction. I understand that perfectly. However, your departure will not help the matter at all. On the contrary, your situation will only get worse. And this is not a threat, but a fact. Alone, without supplies and a guide, you are doomed to wander in the mountains until you fall victim to the local inhabitants or die of hunger. But even if we assume your safe return, what will you do next? You will have nowhere to go. You will be a criminal who stole the Society's property. At best, you will simply face a fine. At worst, you will be locked up for a long time. Do you want that? I don't think so. Whatever you think about my colleague, completing the mission serves your own interests."