The wind howled across the grasslands, making the wild grass crackle and snap.
The two groups of Orcs were still locked in a standoff, as if waiting to see who would lose patience first.
Seeing that the two brothers on the other side were in no hurry and were even chatting and laughing, Riga felt as though they had him completely figured out. Sweat began to seep into his palms.
"Gokos, listen to me. There's no hatred between us that can't be resolved," Riga began to persuade him.
"Right. It was just a misunderstanding, yet you wanted our lives. So what do you have to say now?" Gokos said with a smile.
"Let's make peace and go our separate ways. There's no need to fight to the death," Riga proposed. "My men are all dead already. There's no point throwing away my life over dead men."
"That makes sense. I only wanted to make a little extra money, really." Gokos nodded in agreement, then added, "But how do I know you won't come looking for trouble later?"
Riga, who had just been thinking of getting away first and taking revenge on the brothers later, had his thoughts exposed. His face tightened, and he forced a smile. "Nothing like that. Let's all pretend today never happened."
"Very good, very good. Let's all pretend today never happened. But I don't trust you!" Gokos waved his sword. "Unless you show some sincerity."
"Sincerity? What kind of sincerity do you want?" Riga asked in confusion.
"That, that!" Gokos pointed with his sword toward Riga's right side. "I want the bag hanging on your right. Throw it to me, and we'll make peace."
Riga's heart clenched. He had not expected that demand. He had no idea why the other side had taken an interest in