Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 309: Pointing the details

Chapter 309: Pointing the details

The camp buzzed with muted activity as Lucius and Marcus walked through its heart, their boots kicking up thin clouds of dry dirt. Their weapons and helmets had been returned, the polished steel of their armor catching the dim light Both men carried themselves with the poise of seasoned fighters.

Lucius's pale blonde hair, slightly tousled beneath his helmet, gleamed like gold. His eyes swept the camp with a faint look of amusement, though his face betrayed nothing. Beside him, Marcus walked too his sharp gaze dissecting every detail of the rebel settlement. Even though the had been officers for less than a month, they knew from their experience as soldier that was not how camp should look like 

Sprawled in disorganized chaos—crude tents patched together from scraps of cloth and leather dotted the area. Smoke spiraled lazily from small cookfires, and children darted between the tents, their faces dirtied but curious.

The rebels watched the two armored men with wary eyes. Some stood frozen, a mix of awe and suspicion written on their faces. A handful of men muttered among themselves, glancing repeatedly at Lucius and Marcus as if trying to piece together who they were and why they were here. Women clutched their children close, stealing nervous glances at the strangers.

Lucius and Marcus exchanged a subtle look, a shared understanding passing between them. They'd seen this before—the distrust, the curiosity, the quiet fear.

"Charming place," Lucius murmured under his breath, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Marcus didn't reply ,his usual non-chalance nowhere to be seen, his jaw tightening as his eyes lingered on the disheveled state of the camp. His gaze flicked to a line of poorly maintained weapons stacked haphazardly against a post—rusted blades, makeshift clubs, and a few battered spears.