As the last hobgoblin fell, the enforcers couldn't help but rejoice. They had won! None of them had incurred any injury. Well, apart from Caleb, who was perhaps rotting somewhere.
"Well done," Aiden smirked, clapping thrice.
The group wasn't worthy of more than three claps for their entertaining performance. If not for Dexter's unique utilization of the surroundings, Aiden wouldn't have clapped a single time.
After all, winning over some hobgoblins when they were outnumbered and blind wasn't a big deal in his eyes. But for the enforcers, his appreciation meant they would get bonus rewards!
"You there," Aiden said, pointing at Dexter with a crooked finger, beckoning him closer. "What is your name?"
"Dexter McCoy, sir!" Dexter replied, puffing out his chest.
"Excellent plan," Aiden smiled, patting Dexter's shoulders. "You could work on the execution of the last part, but other than that, it was an interesting plan."
"Thank you, sir! Your appreciation means the world to me!"
