Do komnaty dowódcy starego obozu z impetem wpada jeden z
górników pracujących na północy przy oczyszczaniu szlaku
handlowego z miasta. Ledwo mógł złapać dech, cuchnął błotem
wymieszanym z krwią, a jego prawa ręką była widocznie zmiażdżona od
łokcia w dół. Fletcher widząc to poczuł, że strach napływa do jego
wnętrzności

-Lordzie Fletcher... Przybywam z wiadomościami. Nasze prace zostały przerwane
przez wielką bestię! Zabiła moich przyjaciół... Byliśmy już tak blisko... - Z
górnika wraz z ostatnim tchem uciekło życie. 

Padł na podłogę przed
nogami Lorda Starego Obozu. W komnacie dało się słyszeć poddenerwowane szepty
mieszkańców i doradców Fletchera. Na jego rękach znalazła się krew ludzi
zamieszkujących obóz. Jego decyzją było rozpoczęcie prac, jego obłuda pozwoliła
oczom i uszom zignorować ostrzeżenia od kupców dalekiej Północy. - Co
powinienem zrobić? - zachodził w głowę.

cdn...

One of the miners working in the north, clearing the trade route from the city, bursts hard into the room of the old camp commander. He could barely catch his breath, he smelled of mud mixed with blood, and his right hand was visibly crushed from the elbow down. Seeing this, Fletcher felt fear seep into his insides

Lord Fletcher ... I come with the news. Our work was interrupted by a great beast! She killed my friends ... We were so close ... - Life escaped from the miner with his last breath. He fell to the floor in front of the Lord of the Old Camp's legs. There was the nervous whispering of Fletcher's inhabitants and advisers in the room. On his hands was the blood of the people living in the camp. His decision was to start work, his hypocrisy allowed his eyes and ears to ignore warnings from the merchants of the far North. - What should I do? - he wondered.

People started talking in the camp. The townspeople were worried. Lord Fletcher had lost much in the eyes of the people who trusted him. He himself felt crushed by the weight of his mistake. He won't send his men there now, what kind of leader would he be if he risked the lives of his friends a second time?

Lord, why not try to contact a group of local adventurers? They visit our camp, some of them live here. Maybe if they were offered an appropriate reward, they would agree to help kill the beasts? Besides ... They are still aliens, their deaths will not bring the aftermath of rebellion.

Felix, bring them to me with the highest possible reward. Let the news that the Old and New camps need heroes travel across Slavia like ballads about Torrez's deeds.

Fletcher ... A mistake could seriously damage your reputation. Consider.

If I'm to choose between life and a ruined reputation, I'd rather die a hundred times.

to be continued...