"Dunno," Halam replied, relaxing slightly once the riders were out of view, but urging his steed forward to keep pace with Merc's. "Once had a man hire a group of us to kill some merchant, brother of some Lord out in Kilnmarch. The guy had a full guard on duty, and there was a warrant! Louse tipped them off for the reward, public service and all."<br/><br/>The horse under him started veering off to one side and he corrected it, uttering a word in dwarvish he knew it didn't understand, but it calmed down regardless. He wasn't a natural rider, not like most of the men he rode with. Maybe the beasts didn't care for the heavy armor.<br/><br/>"Anyway we fought out of it, just three out of eight of us survived, had to fly like crows to get away. Got back to our employer, eventually, and after I got every single piece of gold he possessed I liberated his fucking cock from his body. Then I took an axe to his head. The order's important, y'see."<br/><br/>Up ahead Halam saw the road they were on eventually branched into a much larger avenue; they would need to be on their best behavior as they approached the city. It was a smart defensive design, limiting the entries, but it made it a bitch to get inside unseen, that was for sure.<br/><br/>"I don't know if Jhoran has the balls to try it, but this whole thing feels a little bit like it did back then. Something about it… gah, forget it," he spat, shaking his head. "Probably just my mind playing tricks. You learn to trust your gut on the field, but the head plays games sometimes. By Krimgorn, I need to stop thinking so much. "<br/><br/>He considered what his partner had said and chuckled. "Three tits would be a nice surprise, for sure, but you can bet Jhoran would've taken some pay off for the pleasure. Whoring her out is a good idea, hell, if she's got everything where it should be, I'll take a ride myself."