"Please…spare us! If it's money you want, I can give you more." A middle-aged man begged desperately when a packet slammed into his face, knocking him unconscious.
"Take him captive," Fenn's cold voice resounded as the group of men behind him took action, binding up the middle-aged man and the rest of his unconscious comrades.
They were part of a caravan that was passing through this forest region when they were jumped by a group of natives, caught into a series of traps that rendered them exhausted.
It made the job easier for the natives who managed to capture them all without suffering a single wound. And the one that lead them was Fenn, one who became a Superior Invoker now.
The over forty people among the caravan were captured and taken to their village, same for all the goods too.
