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Despite his lack of familiarity with the foreign language, Dreggan peered over the rock to see a group of humans in Eastern garb having themselves a good time. A skewered pig was slowly roasting over the fire and bottles of moonshine lay empty here and there, with many others in the process of being emptied.
Dreggan counted 8 men. All seemed to be mercs or thieves, but their skill level was impossible to judge, as the thief had tangled more than once with a seemingly drunken guard who proved tougher than he had thought. Their weapons consisted of scimitars and daggers, with one having a collection of throwing knives hanging from a belt across his chest. A few spears also rested on outcroppings near the group, as well as the rest of their gear. Turning to Nina, Dreggan hoped she could understand them.
"It seems the king's hiring policies are pretty lax, if these are indeed the king's agents. For all we know, they could just be cutthroats out for easy pickings during the war. Do you think these guys are worth talking to, or should we just skirt them? Personally, I like making new friends... And if they turn hostile, we could easily take'em."
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