Side Story Chapter 8

Riftan rested in his quarters until the following afternoon when Samon's persistent harping finally got him out of bed.

"We've met our quota for the raid, so we leave in three days. This is not the time to be sleeping."

Three days?

Riftan cursed as he sleepily scratched his messy hair. Not only would he not have time to rest, but he would have to rush to have all his equipment ready on time. He barely managed to suppress the urge to back out of the raid then and there.

A mercenary's livelihood depended on his credibility. Thus, in the case of a breach of contract, one was required to pay a third of the entire commission and return the initial down payment.

"Who else is going?" Riftan asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Zachary, Beger, Galt, Garris…"