United Kingdoms

-- I'll wait for my companion here nearby, and you can do as you please. But, I must say, you mercenaries have more interesting assignments. Is there a fee for joining the guild?

— Do you think transporting carpets is an interesting job? — Chios was surprised. — There is no fee, but there are some obligations.

- May I ask the reason for the refusal, esteemed guard? - Garliy inquired. - I understand when suspicious types, bandits, and other riffraff are not allowed in, but these guys are quite harmless.

— The reasons are none of your concern. Continue moving towards the city or turn back.

- I had a thought for a while to lie, saying that if I don't return to a certain place at a certain time and don't crow like a rooster three times, the count will receive an anonymous note about your escapades, captain, but then I thought - why bother? To deceive, to evade, to hide on the run, and for what? Perhaps it would be more peaceful to die. If you are going to carry out a public execution, I have only one request - cut off my head. I don't want to hang on a rope like a worm on a hook. It's a bad death.

— Don't worry, no one will publicly execute you. — The captain of the guard slapped the prisoner on the shoulder, and then commanded his men. — Let's go!
After that, a gag was stuffed into Ronard's mouth, a sack was put over his head, and, while it was still night, they led him through the city gates and headed towards the forest. When they reached the right place, two guards began to dig a pit, periodically complaining that Ronard should have been doing it himself. When they were finished, Ronard was made to kneel opposite the dug pit, and finally, the sack was removed from his head.
— Well, goodbye, — said the captain, after which Ronard felt a sharp pain and saw the blade of a sword appear from his chest, and then someone pushed him in the back with their foot, and he fell into the pit.