Violanda paced back and forth, the sound of her boots tapping sharply against the cobblestone streets. Her expression darkened as she spoke, her voice dripping with disdain. “The Rustblade Mercenary Group? They’ve always been the worst kind of scum,” she said, her words sharp and cutting. “Do you even know what they’ve done over the years? Their list of crimes is so long, I wouldn't know where to start.”
“Robbing caravans is just the tip of the iceberg,” she continued, her anger rising visibly. “They’ve framed innocent merchants as bandits and murdered them in cold blood. Stonehaven has become a lawless haven for thieves—no one dares to set foot there anymore.”
Her voice trembled with disgust, her eyes narrowing as she spoke again. “And it gets worse. Sometimes, they disguise themselves as regular bandits and raid nearby villages, terrorizing entire towns. The mere mention of their name is enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine.”