"Agreed, Pretzel." Guts looks around the group. "So what are we actually going to do? Leave the spirit be, let it continue killing people, go back to the watch and finish the job we were hired for. Either convince the spirit to stop and die or kill it, stopping dead people from turning up into the streets, but also possibly letting Ironwill infiltrators through, meaning the guards and the Overwatch actually have to some work."
"Dyric, it's your final call, but I say this fight between cities is not ours, we hold no stakes in any of the causes. What I do know is a bloody spirit is killing possibly innocent people. I say we make sure that ends before we head back to the guard and get our pay."
Guts turns back to the Overwatch captain, almost forgotten him: "We'll be with you in a sec, could you give us our pay for delivering the package, in the meantime? That reminds me... You said the spirit brings you everything of note. Did you actually get any proof that they are in fact infiltrators in that? Or is our guess that they are refugees, a likely one?"