Two days later, Henry and his soldiers marched out of the mansion wearing old and patched clothes covered by dirt and leaves, like rogue bandits. The hood covering their faces allowed them to hide their identities from prying eyes, something extremely important for the current mission.
Before dashing into the forest, the king cast a final glance at his group, carefully inspecting their outfits for any noticeable characteristic that could give their identities away. His eyes paused when they landed on a giant figure, whose clothes were tight and didn't fit well with his massive body.
"Grok!" – Henry's voice resonated with a touch of frustration, as he gently rubbed his temple, trying to keep his cool – "Stop scratching yourself!"
