A merchant?
Realising Yang Ling's status, the rookie mercenaries were taken aback. Although there were merchants on the road coming and going, they were mostly in groups of caravans, and they rarely met a merchant who would dare spend a night in the wild, mountainous country alone.
"Boss Yuri, lately there have been quite a few folk who've been to Blackwater City to sell goods to the locals. What do you do for a living?"
Observing that there was only a single horse-carriage, yet each member of Yang Ling's group possessed a personal tent, the knight Halalei felt a sliver of suspicion. Normally, when small-time merchants spend the night in the wilderness, they would find a mountain cave to huddle in together with their hired hands, or make camp in one huge group inside one run-down tent. It was highly unusual for each member of a merchant party to have their own tent.