Pov of a Thief:
I stayed away, my role was already over, and my men were around the shed to ward off onlookers and prevent anyone wanting to escape later.
I stand in a dark corner ready to hide my presence as best I can when it all starts.
My brother has his usual guards, and combat slaves he spent most of his money buying.
Soon I get a signal from my men and wave to my brother that they are here.
In a short time, a group of 17 people and two large carts pulled by Golems in the form of Centaurs enter the front of the shed, one of the 17 people riding a Galloping Lizard approaches my brother.
Even from this distance, I can hear everything perfectly since I am responsible not only for the robberies but also for collecting information.
"Charles my friend, I hope you have the money because it's been a long journey and I have your merchandise." (Wendel)
