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Chapter 9: Bonds Forged in Battle

The sun cast a warm glow over the bustling streets of Ainsbrook as Coward walked purposefully through the marketplace. He had a destination in mind – at the Crescent Bar private dinning room where he and his senior guild member, Elena, had agreed to meet. Coward's heart beat with a mix of excitement and nervousness; after all, he was about to embark on a quest alongside one of the guild's most skilled and experienced mercenaries.

Elena was a woman in her late twenties, her demeanor carrying a sense of quiet confidence that came with years of battle-hardened experience. Her chestnut hair cascaded in loose waves, framing her face in a way that accentuated her sharp features. Her eyes held a depth that spoke of both pain and resilience, and her lithe frame suggested agility and precision honed on the battlefield.

As Coward entered the tavern, he proceed at one of the private room and spotted Elena sitting in a corner, her gaze fixed on a map spread out before her. Her armor was a testament to her proficiency – a balance of protection and mobility that spoke of someone who knew their craft well. Her armor bore scars and marks, each a testament to battles fought and won.

"Hey, Elena," Coward greeted as he approached, his voice a mix of eagerness and respect.

Elena looked up from the map, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Coward, right on time. Have a seat."

Coward slid into the seat opposite her, his gaze drawn to the map. It was marked with various locations, notes scrawled in the margins – a clear sign of meticulous planning.

"So, what's the plan?" Coward asked, curiosity tingling in his voice.

Elena folded the map, her gaze meeting Coward's.

"We're headed to the village of Thornwood. There have been reports of a pack of a group of new formed Bandits are terrorizing the area, and the local villagers are desperate for help."

Elena leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "I've heard stories of your recent exploits, Coward. The way you handled the situation with the those snub brats at the Cavalier School, former Viscount Ashole and the Magistrate ... it's impressive."

Coward's cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, it was a team effort. I had help."

Elena's eyes held a spark of amusement. "Modesty suits you. But let's focus on the task at hand." 

Coward nodded, his determination evident in his gaze. "I'm ready to learn. Just tell me what you need me to do."

Elena's smile was a mixture of encouragement and camaraderie. "We'll make a good team, Coward." 

"By the way is Coward really your name?, i feel like it's a made up name." she looks at him in bewilderment.

A bit hesitant "It's my real name..."

A stroke of silent envelope the room, she feels like his junior is still hiding something but she ignored it for now and delved into strategy and preparation.

 Coward couldn't help but admire the woman across from him. Elena's past was one of loss and tragedy, yet she had chosen to channel her pain into a life of purpose. She had become a skilled mercenary, using her skills to protect others and bring justice to a world that often seemed unjust.

Their conversation shifted from tactics to shared stories, each revealing a piece of their respective journeys. Elena spoke of her life before becoming a mercenary – of her marriage, her husband's tragic death in war, and her decision to forge a new path. Coward listened with a mixture of empathy and respect, gaining a deeper understanding of the prideful woman.As the evening wore on, the tavern's patrons began to thin out, leaving Elena and Coward in their corner. The pack that had developed between them felt natural, a bond forged in shared purpose and mutual respect.