Mars looked through the narrow slit in the bandages that was covering his face at the caravan that had stopped in town
'they sure look like they have been through hell....'
there was not a single uninjured merc to see, all of them had bandages that smelled strongly of medicine and iron somewhere on their bodies, the caravan itself also looked like it had been through something fierce with what looked like hastily repairs all over the wagons, all except for one the wagon in the middle of the convoy that looked like it was made of solid steel with 2 armored rhino looking magic beasts dragging it forwards
"sure looks like a prison wagon"
Mars gave a nod besides him the middle aged man from the guild gave a sigh and asked Mars
"mister Shady are you sure you're up for it? I can still cancel the arrangement"
"no it's fine, it looks just like I thought it would"
"okay if you say so..."