Those who killed were killed in turn. Watching seven lives that could hardly be called innocent vanish before his eyes, Victor let out a breath. "Thank you. Without you, today would have been truly troublesome."
"You're welcome. The children of the Valley of Flowers are happy to be of service." The elven scout spoke far more warmly than he had a few days ago. He had probably looked into them, or perhaps Yaevinn had given him instructions.
In any case, not long after they entered the forest, he had appeared ahead to guide them. After leading the youth into the clearing's ambush ring, he vanished, leaving Victor to finish communicating with the Ram Gang. That level of tact was worth thanking him for.
"One more request. Regardless of what happens during the process, if possible... please burn these corpses afterward, or bury them deep in the ground," Victor said.
By "regardless of the process," he meant looting the bodies for spoils. That sort of act was generally considered undignified, shameful, and insulting, yet it was also an important source of supplies for the Squirrel Party.
The scout looked somewhat surprised by Victor's request. "The mercy you show toward people who were trying to kill you just moments ago is truly impressive. I promise you, I'll have them dealt with properly." He nodded in agreement.
"It has nothing to do with mercy." Victor shook his head. "I just don't want ghouls appearing here. Besides, I already have enough troubles. The more thoroughly they disappear, the better."
Deeper within the forest lay the Squirrel Party's temporary camp. Accompanied by the elven scout, Victor headed toward the innermost tent.
As he casually observed the camp along the way, the youth noticed that compared to their counterparts at Floating Harbor, their tents were