- “We challenged them, but they were too many. They laughed! They have horse, foot, pike and archers, and a swarming throng of camp followers as rowdy as a Rivaini circus!” ―Seraultine border guard
The Wayward Bard speaks. "I've had dealings with their captain before. Ferelden by birth, but no nation would claim him now. Pleasant enough, for a treacherous freebooter who'd gut you if he thought you'd swallowed a purse. He'll have sniffed out our brewing civil war.
"If you like, I could arrange an introduction. Best not to ignore them, though. There's a lot of them, they're trained soldiers, and they're used to taking whatever they bloody well want."
There's nearly a hundred of them, crossing Serault in search of war: wolf-like soldiers clad in mismatched armor and carrying well-kept, well-used weapons. Their eyes are hard, their hands are calloused from sword-work, and their supplies are running low...
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A successful Pay them to be on their way doesn't actually cost anything.
- The Wayward Bard states that the Mercenary Company's name is The Black Dogs