“I told you that setting up camp at the end of the canyon was a bad idea,” said Seitaro good-naturedly, helping the squad leader to his feet, “you got off easy; if those people had come to our aid, things could have been much worse.”
“Ha-ha, well, what can you do now.” Ivar curiously examined the assembled group: some were looking back at them, some were looting, some were talking to Bajen, and some were trying to talk to the captured crossbowman. “Interesting. Hey, guys! Let’s clean up a bit,” the northerner’s eyes swept over the bodies of the knights, “and have a feast in the open air! As a welcome, so to speak. We have enough supplies in our camp.”