At the words of the leader of the “soldiers” Butch stands up from his seat and hops down from the cart.

Whelp, that’s it. I quit.

Butch eyes the soldiers, casually looking for any kind of insignia linking them to a noble familly or government entity.

Good luck in getting’ ten gold outta this fella. He aint got more than three or four gold on ‘im, tops. Been sleepin’ under this cart fer the last three days. Who ever herd o’ a merchant that sleeps under a stinkin’ cart at night? He SAYS he’s gonna pay us once he gets ta his rich brother, he SAYS that once we find him, this brother will give a fortune to each o’ us fer helpin’ him out. I fer one, am stratin’ ta lose faith in him.