"Over here!" he shouted, trying to get your attention. "Perfect..." he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I have orders to pack up and get the last few Parisians out of here. Defend the bridge until we sound the bells. Once we're finished, we can cover you until one of our ferrymen picks you up. If you do it, I'll give you a reward." He smirked at you and grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good luck!"