Mirielle said nothing even as Carmen addressed the first grunt, and still no word escaped her at the snide comments. She did, however, glowered the entire time. They may dress up as soldiers, but the lack of professionalism revealed their true nature as well-equipped brigands. If an annoyingly perceptive one.

[b][color=#778da9]"Easy now, dont bite him."[/color][/b] She reminded, completely serious as they strolled past the wooden gate. She saw the camp for what it was, a place that could probably be called fortified if one had never seen actual fortifications before. Only two watchtowers to begin with, not even enough to properly cover all directions. Lack of platforms for the defenders to get atop the walls, the construct will hinder them more than any dedicated assault force and turning it into a deathtrap for themselves. Not to mention how sloppy the men were, half of them didnt even keep up the soldiery appearance. It all worked in her favor for once, but her judgment over their potential enemies had reached rock bottom.

Or at least it [i]was[/i] rock bottom, but then the redstripes started to dig themselves deeper.

The earldoman, who looked just as destitute as the peasant hunter from earlier, was allegedly punished for sabotage. Now Mirielle wasn't unfamiliar with the concept, but the way it's carried... unilateral decision with zero investigation. On top of that she had strong suspicion that the deal was closer to a racketeering scheme rather than anything.

Her hand clenched around the shaft of the spear resting on her shoulder, outrage barely held in. Carmen and the noblewoman will be the spokeperson here, not her. But this oppression will be addressed sooner or later.

[b][color=#778da9]"If the worst is to come, get behind me."[/color][/b] Mirielle casually whispered at the penitent, inching around as if she's interested in the lashing to get between the (perceived) least durable member of their little quartet and the marksmen.