The Free Bird Mercenaries, while not birds, were at least free. They weren't bothered by who commissioned them. If they liked them and if the money was good, they would do it. As of late, not many who fit those two criteria have wanted their services.
They didn't exactly have room to say no. Dima's drinking habit wasn't a light burden on their wallet. Damas had to eat. The others also had expenses.
"Big birdie," Lily answered.
"Grown man, in fact. He may be injured, so we'll have to take transport into consideration."
"Vorad thugs mean Torak, right?" Hugo asked.
"Mhm. It also means crossing the border," Mole said.
"This won't be an easy commission, Captain," Dima said, squinting.
"Hah! When have we ever done easy?" Squawks shot back. He would have been a lot more inspiring if he hadn't been sweating and struggling to break free from Lily's hold. But he still had a point. There were just two problems.
