"Begin," Vol said. On his orders, the first carriage was stormed. His men acted together, with one opening the door from one side, and one opening the door from the other. The second they did, they dashed back out of the way, just in case any attackers leapt out.
There was nothing, however. The tension was burst with a sense of deflation. The men stepped gingerly inside, still wary, but by now they'd anticipated the same disappointment that they'd gotten used to on the last two carriages.
"Nothing," Harland informed Vol. "This one is empty – no clothes, no coin. Nothing."
Vol raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?"
That was the strangest thing that they'd encountered so far. An entirely empty carriage. They usually contained at least something.
