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Ejin flicked his partisan back onto his back and followed the group, trying to ignore all of the shenanigans occurring around him so he could absorb useful information. A second large mercenary group had suddenly come into the picture. He hadn't even anticipated that. He may have to rethink joining the "Red Wolves" (as they called themselves) for the moment...

They reached the city gates with no-one even mentioning him or giving him a second thought. But perhaps that was for the best. Hell, he hadn't expected half the group to jump out of nowhere to save "Artur"'s life. At the time he was just protecting a possible investment. But now he was stuck here in the open (albeit unnoticed) and could not back out if he wanted.

After several exchanges between members of the two parties, one of the Wolves brought up "three" new members: We seem to be three stronger than we were at the tavern.... Ejin was suddenly struck by a feeling of nervousness. He wasn't good with talking to or with large groups of people, even in the desert, and he knew he was going to have to at some point. Until he was addressed directly, though, he shut his mouth tight.