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Horizon of Darkness

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The man wasn't particularly frightened by the mercenaries' words, but he changed his tone when he realized they weren't who he thought they were.
- Oh, so you're not Lord's idlers? - he looked at their patches. - Something familiar. And the cyclops ran away. A big cyclops. He came down from the mountains, broke the bridge, and ran away. Fat bastard. So, who are you?
- Why did you destroy the bridge? - Zeykin hit Joe on the shoulder and burst out laughing at his own joke.
After inspecting the remains of the infrastructure and the surrounding area, he explained:
- We are mercenaries. We help those in need, protect the oppressed, and punish the wicked. For money, - he rubbed his fingers in front of the peasant's eyes as a symbolic gesture to emphasize the importance of his last remark. - So, the cyclops... Why did he suddenly take a liking to your bridge? Does he have nothing else to do?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.