United Kingdoms

The stranger’s face didn’t frighten or shock Abigail in the slightest – during her time on the front lines, she had seen far worse than a couple of scars. In a way, he even inspired confidence as the head of the guild, like an experienced warrior who had survived more than one battle.
— And there’s no entrance fee? — the girl smiled faintly. — That sounds very tempting.
Perhaps working in such a guild wasn’t Abigail’s ultimate dream, but the lack of strict obligations and the ability to leave the ranks of mercenaries at any time were definitely appealing to her. Moreover, a person with her skills didn’t have much choice. Service in the army or the guard couldn’t offer her anything similar, and they probably wouldn’t pay much better, while the count’s guard was unlikely to accept people from the streets. All that remained was to make sure that there were no hidden clauses in the contract.