On the night of the seventh-day Tents were erected in the centre with guards patrolling in a perimeter around the campsite. Inside one of the wagons lined up in a corner, Jeeves sat in one of the seats; in his hands was a small conch inscribed with many complex runes.
"Initiate the attack, we cannot allow them to travel any further," he said looking towards the conch.
"Tch… don't give me command, I know what I have to do. Since you have already prepared an opening amongst the sentries and guards patrolling the area, I won't be able to call myself a Brigand Master if I can't even exploit that" mysteriously a voice travelled through the conch and sounded out inside the wagon.
"Remember there can be no mistake or else…" a weird glow flashed in Jeeves eyes before he cut the call.
