"Shut up, Philip! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been chased by those bastards from the Church of the Dead Three! I never should've agreed to go assassinate Huo Keduo with you! Solam wasn't dead at all! Everything we did was a damn joke! Most importantly, we nearly died! By a hair! I agreed to help you avenge Solam, but I never agreed to throw my life away!"
The man traveling with Korgan Bloodaxe was Philip, another of Solam's friends, who came from the mysterious vampire race. No one knew how these two people, who had seemingly had nothing to do with each other, had ended up together. They even seemed to be planning to avenge Solam by assassinating the Orc King Huo Keduo. But judging by their current state, the assassination had not gone very well.
"...Korgan," Philip said helplessly.
"What?" Korgan was short-legged. For every step Philip took, he needed two to keep up, so he had been walking with his head down and hadn't seen Philip's expression.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're shameless? You make it sound like you volunteered to assassinate Huo Keduo with me. I paid you! Besides, if you hadn't been spotted at the critical moment, would we have failed?"
Hearing that, Korgan immediately fell silent. Back during the battle of Silverymoon, Solam had gone missing. With no leader, those under his command had scattered in all directions. Scarlett and the Trism brothers returned to Athkatla, the Viking Berserkers went back to their homeland, while Harris the orc and Mevren the minotaur continued their adventures.
Only Korgan left on his own, joining no party. That suited his personality. Aside from Solam, only Harris had been somewhat close to him, but both of them knew they were scoundrels—the worst kind. While