Mercenaries

'He seems more calm than I imagined,' Doevm thought as he stared at Frey, who sat on the other side of the carriage. Frey was quieter than usual, and growing more so the closer they got to Petal Town. However, compared to his volatile state back at the swamp, where they fought bullfrogs and venomous salamanders, Frey was much more approachable.

'What caused him to change?' Doevm thought, 'Did I miss something? No matter how much I interact with humans, I still can't understand them.' He turned his attention towards the window. He watched the passing trees transition into tree stumps, and the path became more defined by traffic. Soon enough, he spotted a sign which marked the edge of town: "Welcome to Petal Town".

Hammers, saws, nails, and wood; construction crews worked in the crisp, morning air, and breathed life into new houses. The town was more alive than Doevm had ever seen before. Unfortunately, that liveliness spread to the once-lazy town guards.