"...Kevin?"
Kevin and Nick were the unlucky ones to draw the smallest sticks and were tasked to guard the truck, while the rest of the Venom Brawlers enjoyed a meal in Karem city. But aside from lamenting the fact and complaining a little, they couldn't really do anything else as it was how things have worked with their guild from the start.
Nothing really happens, anyway. Most Explorers just pass by them without even glancing at their truck. And if there were any that would ask questions, they would just quickly lose interest.
That is why there is a saying, 'If you want to do business, do it in the Underworld', because most people here are busy hunting monsters and doing whatever it is they are doing.
But never did Nick think that he would be watching his friend very slowly fall back to the ground; limp and completely lifeless as the socket of one of his friend's eyes were now completely visible to him.
Growing up as killers, just like a certain tall Lowborn; molded by the world.