Rolf and the old warrior sat at a small tavern in the first town they were to attack. Drinking mugs of beer they watched like hawks the black cloaks that patrolled the streets. "I don't know where you fellers came from but I wouldn't look at those lot like that."
A young man with a large sword at his waist came over and took a seat giving his warning. Rolf and the old warrior looked at him with hard eyes but scoffed smiling. "Thanks for the warning. But we know what we are doing." Looking at one another again they downed their drinks wiping the drops that missed their mouths. With a nod, they got up simultaneously and walked behind the two passing Black cloaks.
