As Michael thought about it more and more, the idea seemed to become a lot more solid.
He knew instinctively that his guess was right. These Red Mankeys were nothing like the Dragonborns, who each showed tremendous talents in dueling.
Perhaps, the Red Mankeys were a lot more suited for warfare, as soldiers who moved with a hundred men simultaneously without missing a beat, as soldiers who rushed towards their enemy from one call from their general.
It would make sense why the Red Mankeys would make such a great impression onto Grieve that he remembered them even from the grave.
"Sir…are you from the Reborn company?" one of the Red Mankeys asked.
"I am. Have you heard of us?"
The Red Mankeys firmly nodded. "We have friends…that told us what happened…at the Welcome's Inn…we also want…to join your nation…"
Michael was surprised that the news spread so fast. It only happened this morning.
"This is great," he said. "I was hoping to ask you if you want to join."
