Chapter 23

“Please…please…” a fifteen to sixteen-year-old boy fell to the ground while waving his hands wildly “…I know…I know where they…they hold the…captured people…I…can…can you take you there…”

Ziad stopped his steps as he looked at the desperate teenager. Among everyone he faced that night, he was without a shadow of a doubt the youngest.

The reasons that would lead a person to join a group of adventurers were diverse, from lack of money to the search for popularity and honor.

Analyzing the young man in front of him, Ziad would bet on the first option. His clothes were patched in several spots, and old bruises and scars were visible on his hands. Probably from the heavy work and dangers he did in the past.

That also seemed to be the first time he had done something like that, considering he was so scared that Ziad could almost feel it.

He felt a little sorry for the teenager, after all, he was just having to survive this cruel and unfair world. Furthermo