After a night of hard fighting, Rouge and his men had seized every merchant ship berthed at Oldtown's docks, taking over a thousand vessels of all sizes and countless valuables.
On the deck of an elegant, medium-sized sailing ship, Rouge reclined in a deck chair draped with a Shadowcat pelt, toying with the Valyrian steel curved sword in his hand as he listened to his subordinate's report.
"Chief, all the valuables and cargo have been transferred. Our men have occupied every warehouse on the docks and secured them!"
The mercenary, now equipped with new armor and weapons, delivered his report while ordering men to carry chests that appeared to be full of gold coins into the ship's hold.
"But some of the ships have already sailed over near Her Highness the Princess's Holy Flame Fleet. Should we pursue them?"
Rouge waved a hand and said,
"Since they were smart enough to know whom to turn to for protection, there's no need for us to make things difficult for them!"
"I know everyone's exhausted after fighting all night. Arrange for the men to rest in shifts. Things may not stay peaceful from here on. We must guard the docks and warehouses carefully. All of Oldtown is in chaos now. Who's to say those bandits, blinded by greed, won't set their sights on us too?"
"Yes, chief! I'll arrange for everyone to rest in shifts right away. I've already had all the roads leading to the docks blocked with barricades. Even if those bandits come after us, they won't have an easy time of it."
"Good. Thank you all for your hard work!"
Rouge nodded in satisfaction, then waved his subordinate away and settled comfortably into his deck chair for a nap.
Before Rouge and his men began their operation, their superiors