Quinn Forsythe sat silent and motionless in the coach and was pleased to find the mercenaries did the same for the entire ride to whatever earl he was being forced to visit. He didn't feel like fighting to avoid answering any questions they may have for him, knowing he was undoubtedly going to face questions from this earl. What earl was he supposed to be visiting anyway? He hadn't recognized the name provided at the tavern. Quinn observed the mercenaries' cloaks and recognized the crest of the Earl of Rivas clipped on their left shoulders, which at first made no sense until he quickly recalled that Earl Rajashekar had two full-blooded sons. Quinn rolled his eyes.
"He wishes for me to avenge him, doesn't he?" The mercenaries only stared at him blankly and he heaved a heavy sigh. "Savages."
Quinn was not afraid of the fresh ea
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