>>5768713>“Well why can’t you both come? We’re certainly in no position to deny any help we can get.”“Leif’s orders.” Corrine says. “He’s fine with letting a few of his men go. Temporarily at least. Now that he expects a shortage of loot, the less mouths he has to feed the better. But he won’t let them all go. He’ll still need enough to throw his weight around. The masochist over there would come with a handful of healers, while Seamus has a few Sreng Swordmasters that wish to join up with us.”
You weren’t expecting something like this, but truthfully, it was welcomed. You’d seen what both these people were capable of during the battle with Odesse. Kayla was an exceptional healer and would be a welcome addition. Elizabeth certainly had her hands full, tending to the company’s wounded. As for Seamus, while you couldn’t understand him, you didn’t need to. You’d just have to simply point at something and the Swordmaster would do the rest. His skill with a blade was peerless, and he’d had no trouble hacking those Orthodox soldiers to ribbons. Besides, Clay did speak his language. If there was anything important you’d need to share, you were sure it could go through him.
“Pick me, Blair!” Kayla shouts. “I’ll do anything you ask. Anything…”
“Tóg mo chlaíomh.” Seamus says, getting onto one knee.
>A): Choose Kayla and her squad of healers.>B): Choose Seamus and his squad of Swordmasters.>C): Politely decline both. 