Liam had already killed six of the piss-takers.
They were easy targets, after all.
Now, he turned his attention to the drunkards who still lingered around the camp. Only the treasury was guarded by competent men who didn't leave their posts or indulge in drink.
Liam approached the small bonfire where the guards slept.
In his changed attire, he blended in with them, especially with the leather hood obscuring his face. The sleeping men didn't even stir as Liam severed their heads with one swift slash of his blade.
The others were too drunk to know what was happening.
Before they could even realize it, their vision went dark.
Liam steadily cleaned out a small section of the base, leaving 16 dead in his wake.
He moved on to the dwellings where the men slept.
Despite their professionalism and ability to overtake a Royal caravan, they were careless when it came to guarding themselves during sleep.
