The eerie silence of the night didn't stop the men from moving in the shadows. They moved slowly, wanting not to be seen as they made their way toward their target.
Heeran's Love.
The place was very easy to find with bright light declaring the name for the world to see. The words forged using Light shined endlessly.
The group of 6 men stepped closer and closer, almost until there were just 3 shops away. The light here was bright enough that anyone could see them even by accident. One of them hissed 'stop' and everyone stopped moving.
"What's that, boss?" the man asked, pointing at the base of a shop with broken lights.
The boss looked and frowned. Something, no, someone moved in the shadow. Many someones. More people?
"Guards or…" the boss asked.
"Aren't those Prav's gang members?" one of them asked. "Yeah, look. That shaved head belongs to Marc."
