"Oho? Calling out my name before I've had the chance to introduce myself is a little rude, you know," commented the blue-haired mercenary playfully, in spite of their ghastly surroundings. Smirking, she curtsied, her spear still resting upon her shoulder.

"Alette. And yes, there's plenty of people who know me as the Shark."

That grin was perhaps a reason. It was sharp, those teeth almost looking less like ordinary human teeth and somethin more like the razors that filled the mouth of an oceanic predator.

That spear, too, was undoubtedly like the penetrating, slicing tooth of a shark.

Fanilly had only vaguely heard of a 'Shark' from the north, a vicious and untamed mercenary with a reputation for violent but incredibly affective combat. Only from half-remembered stories passed to her by a trader her father had conducted business with, however.

Those half-memories came into sharp relief when she was faced with the pigtailed girl.

"As for why I'm here, what do you think motivates any mercenary? You should know, shouldn't you? You weren't born into knighthood, I'm certain," the Shark idly commented towards Gerard, waving her free hand, "Money. Enough librans can send me all the way across the continent."

That razor smirk adorned her lips.

Fanilly didn't like any of this. Their surroundings, the sheer atmosphere of this place, were already weighing on her.

And now this mercenary was acting almost entirely uncooperative, despite her insistence that she wasn't behind the massacre.

Sir Fionn's words, however, took her entirely by surprise.

And it seemed they did the same for Alette.

"... Snrk."

At least until she started giggling, hand to her stomach.

"This... this was the last place I expected to see a familiar face! Ah, I don't remember your name very well, it was over ten years ago... what was it?" she paused for a moment, "MacKerach? That knife is truly well-balanced, I still have it."

She ran her free hand through one of her pigtails.

"Isn't it more impressive to see a mercenary who can fight like this without getting touched? Besides, you're not going to attack unless I do, are you?"

She cocked her head.

The first bodies to be investigated were a grisly sight, two men practically tangled together.

But it wasn't just that.

Their injuries were severe. Multiple stab wounds, a sword thrust through the gut. The other, a knife severing his throat.

The sword used to kill the former man was still gripped in the hand of the latter. The knife that cut the latter's neck was in the former's loose grip.

Further investigation would reveal similar situations for the other bodies. Some of the deaths were self-inflicted, others seemed to be a result of a sudden attack by another soldier, who was soon after killed by another.

The garrison had devoured itself.

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