We were brought to something like a briefing room where several other Mercenaries were already seated and waiting for whatever was going on.
They had the air of veterans about them and I couldn't help but feel a little out of place being there since I'm pretty sure most of these people have been Mercs for far longer than I have, even though I might be the same rank or even higher than some of them.
Several of those Mercs turned to eye me and my party, giving us appraising looks before turning away.
Those looks were more like they were trying to assess if we're a threat or not and not whether we were good looking or not at least.
Well… Some of them were but I ignored them of course.
We found a spot in the corner of the room where we could all sit together, waiting for this meeting to start alongside the rest of the Mercs that were gathered here.
