Following Deka, the two walked deeper into the cave. There, Arthur saw a small area where all the mercenaries had stationed themselves. There were tents, a small fire with whatever wood they had gathered, and several other survival tools.
It was a full-fledged camp that could contain at least 30 people if not more. Arthur whistled under his breath at the sight.
'The fact they could build such a camp in this cold cave… They're truly experts.' He thought to himself.
His eyes then shifted to the mercenaries all around the camp. Some were simply lying on the rough ground, trying to sleep and recover from the deep injuries while others were going around, making food, fueling the fire, and bandaging the injured teammates. The atmosphere was very gloomy and dark, just like their surroundings.
It was clear that the past two days had hit these people hard and it will take some time for them to recover mentally and physically.