Isaera frowned a bit. The question of what exactly those cadets were doing so far southwest from the watchtower was troubling. It could be that whatever happened, they brought it upon themselves. If they provoked the wrath of the Horde or the locals, what right would they have to come rescue them? They may as well get clubbed in the head themselves...

Not to mention, two of the remaining volunteers: one was a troll, the other was an ogre. They seemed civilized enough to at least not cause trouble here, but still! Her life would be in their hands, and she did not know these people at all.. and much less, had any reason to trust them.

She sighed a bit, thinking this job may just be too risky, for too little pay, and perhaps, perhaps it did not even have a just cause. But still.. we didn't know the circumstances fully, or why they did what they did. There were missing men out there, who perhaps might still be alive.. and perhaps we could give them the benefit of the doubt, and hope they had a good reason?

"Captain.." Isaera begins, hesitantly. "We don't know what these cadets were doing. Perhaps they were justified, perhaps not. But if they were captured by the Horde - or worse - by what leverage can we negotiate their release?"

All Isaera knew was that fighting was dangerous. Especially for her. And if things did come to a conflict, they would disrupt the tenuous balance they were currently in.