The cave was a breeding ground for mobs. That was the first thing Albert noticed.
The dark-clad men and women who tended to the monsters looked about their age. But he could be mistaken.
Hermits were the blight of the land. Not only did they fight the Archdemons, which made the region's populace a target, but they also sabotaged the king and lords.
Albert could go behind such anarchy, if it were not so pointless. If one wanted to deal with the Archdemons, one dealt with them.
If one wanted to depose the king, then one deposed the king.
But to make an enemy of both was simply a folly so big, that Albert just wanted to use a quick heal on the brains of these numbskulls.
"What's the plan?" Valentius asked him. Albert raised an eyebrow. He had never expected to be allowed to plan this raid.