Undercover

Had he already counted those two women that discussed with the merchant? Or that man with a spear?

Seros sighed and started over from the warrior near the gates. Que-Teh had been easier than its sister tribe. Not nearly as many folks there.

The young man had almost reached for his weapon when the Red Dragon Army officer had approached him on the road. Seemed like his false application to join their ranks, had finally gone through. For now he was Davis Salte, a wandering sellsword who wanted earn his living as part of the army. And this was his first mission, which would determine if he was in or not.

Seros counted every person in the tribes and battled inside his mind. He really didn’t want to do this. It was like signing death sentence for each of them. This information would be used against these people. But if he didn’t do it, he would never be able to get into the army ranks and find out their plans.

He could not do this alone. Not without guidance. He would do this simple job and think very carefully of the next step before reporting anything.