The man with the bushy beard grabbed the stale bread, bringing it close to his chest as if afraid others would take it from him. No one did, though the action seemed normal for beggars who bordered the line of starvation.
A glint flashed through his eyes and he glanced down, splitting the bread down the middle with his thumbs. Inside was a piece of paper containing a message.
'Tonight when the moon is at its zenith, we surround the City Lord's manor and attack. There is no need to keep the City Lord alive'
Seeing the message, the man nodded his head while looking at the bread. A small flame emerged from his thumb, erasing the piece of paper before he ate the stale bread.
Less than a mile away, 20 men gathered together around a small fire in the middle of the forest. They were dressed in black, completely obscuring their features.
