In a secluded corner of Rivertide, far from the prying eyes of the townsfolk, the invader who had caught the attention of the head guard reached into a hidden pouch and retrieved a small communication device. The device crackled to life as he urgently contacted the other members of their group, the tension in his voice palpable.
Invader said in a panic voice: "Listen, we need to gather immediately. Something's not right, and I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong."
His words carried a sense of urgency, and he glanced nervously over his shoulder, as if expecting someone to appear at any moment. The invaders who had been discreetly infiltrating Rivertide received the message and began to converge on a predetermined safe location within the town.
