Timothy and Gustav were more aware of their circumstances now, they knew that they were dealt a bad hand of cards. Not only did they partake in the tasks that they didn't want to do, but the city had sent them up that mountain as cannon fodder as well! The city's greater names hadn't expected the volunteers to kill Iron Claw the Wicked, no, they had simply been hoping that the dragon would kill the volunteers first, so they could spare as many guards as they could, though from the looks of it the guards hadn't been too important either.
Either way, it was a death sentence for most, because even though they had hoped for the volunteers to die, death came upon the platoon completely randomly, it didn’t pick favorites, as about a hundred people died today! The battle was cruel for everyone involved.