"Oh yeah we do, most of the mayors and elders around here know who we are, even some guild leaders." Gerwen said as he took another sip from his mug. He now had his chair tilted onto it's back two legs. "We mostly do hunts or raids against anything bothering the local villages and towns, occasionally some escort missions are retrieval, but for the most parts it's always somthing big we need to take down or make go away."
"Speaking of go away, where we off next to boss?" The bowmen sergeant said, leaning in on the table.
"Connoloath." Ostwin said bluntly, which abruptly stopped all the conversation at the table for a minute, as the most of the ones seated stared at Ostwin, before looking to Gerwen.
"We going back to that forsaken?" exclaimed one of the bowmen.
"Oh, not back there again." said another crossbowmen, who began to hold his head.
"W-what he meant was we were considering that." Gerwen hastily added to his brother's sentence. "Nothing is set in stone yet."
This prompted whispers and side conversation throughout the table that soon spread to other tables with men from the Death Eagles. Soon nearly the entire bar had stopped what they were doing and were discussing this recent news.
"Well I for one hope we don't return there." said one of the bowmen. "Those people are at best disillusioned, madmen at worse. No offense." He gestured to the crossbowmen sitting at the table, who all had a grim look on there faces.
"I thought we had left the war for good." one of them breathed. "I don't know how much more of it I can take."
"There, there." Gammy spoke up, trying to calm the crossbowmen. "You heard the cap'n, nothing is set in stone yet. I mean, we might be able to go somewhere nice and sunny, preferably with lots of food."