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When Selvaria approached the newcomer group, one man stepped forward; apparently the leader--the words that followed seemed to reinforce this impression. They were apparently some kind of mercenary group; Selvaria had fought quite a few mercenaries in the past, but she had never heard of this 'Steel Wolves'. What they were doing, Selvaria would hardly know.

She very briefly considered his offer, but then she looked back over the trees. She had always felt a duty, an obligation, to defending the tiny villages and hamlets that dotted this countryside from the many bandits who would love nothing better than to burn down the houses, kill the families, and take the money of those who tried to make a living here. If she was gone, who would be left to stop the bandits from carrying this out? Perhaps it was time the villages defended themselves...she wouldn't be able to stop the bandits forever. And anyway, the villagers could always pay some mercenaries to do what Selvaria had done for years without appreciation.

"I don't want your money..." Selvaria turned her eyes back from the trees to look at the leader of the group. "But I'll tag along with you and your group."