A Heavy Armor Warrior was heading their way before the crowd had even managed to clear a path.
Drapped in heavy chain and plate iron armor, with a broadsword hanging at his waist, the warrior wore a sleeveless linen shirt underneath, revealing his robust and powerful arms.
"You," the warrior stared at Aske and said, "are strong."
"I know," Aske replied, somewhat surprised.
Was this an implicit test of combat strength?
"You should join us," the warrior said.
"Joining you means entry into Olympic City, right?" Aske sought confirmation.
"Of course," the Spartan Warrior responded, "as a part of the Spartan Envoy, you have the right to enter the city with us."
"Actually, I'm currently the Squad Leader of a Mercenary Group," Aske pointed to the girls behind him and asked, "Can you arrange for my people to enter the city as well?"
The Spartan Warrior's icy gaze swept past Aske to the girls behind, pausing on each before resettling on Aske.
