Prompt: The cavalcade quickly closed the distance, and the mercenary commander jumped off his horse, which had not yet stopped, to approach me. Too revealing, but it made the right impression on some. Meanwhile, the rest of the squad members managed to dismount and also got down on one knee. Everyone was waiting for my decision. Kneeling down, he pulled out a sword and held it out to me with outstretched arms. - Please accept my service and my squad.
Style: Fantasy Art