Frey had just finished the last of the mercenaries when he caught some motion in the corner of his eye. A cowardly pretender bolted, leaving their unconscious comrades behind. Without thinking much of it, Frey sprinted after the straggler, who barely made it into the maze of construction sites before he was caught.
Frey had overpowered plenty with his size but this fight felt too easy, more of a bother than a fight. It only took a few punches to knock the straggler out. 'Maybe I went a bit far,' he thought as he examined his handiwork.
A hand placed itself on his shoulder. "I think he's had enough, Frey," one of the construction workers said, who wore a fur coat with a plaid shirt beneath it. There was something vaguely familiar about his full beard and domineering posture, which dwarfed Frey.
Frey scrolled through his memories and came up with a name to match the beard: "Krant?"
I'll be honest. I had written out an entire chapter of Frey venting to Gwen in something that felt just a little too angry for my tastes. I put it in a recycling bin, and thought up this twist that I liked much more. I said I would do an arc in Vilbar, and this little venture in Petal Town is just the start to push them into it, at least that's what I have planned. It's not exactly a murder mystery, but maybe not everything is as it seems.