These people just couldn't decide on how to question him it seemed. If he had to guess, the majority was fine with lopping his head off right here and now and an old mercenary, if anyone, would know when the bunch before them was after blood more than anything else. They were still shooting after his friends too, though he thought he had made it clear that none of them had any interest in working for the cut any longer. Well, best not drag it on any longer than need be.

"The rearguard's 'bout a mile from here if they do tha usual. Dunno how many. Was hired by that black haired woman in purple to have more muscle. Man needs to eat. Now go on ahead. Kill me if it makes ye happy! Hypocrites..." he answered the questions given to him and closed his eyes. He was afraid. He was not looking forward to dying. But he was also not looking to prolong his anguish. Give them the knowledge they ask for and pass away. Damn these self-righteous folk, going around doing just what they despise.

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