To the southeast of town, a pair of guards stood outside of a heavy wooden gate, just as they did every day.
A third man stood outside as well, fidgeting with his coarse, white, button-down shirt.
"Young Master Aakur, you don't need to be out here–"
"I'll wait for the exchange myself," the molekin man snapped back. "It's nearly noon and we were promised a delivery. So I will continue to wait here, where I can receive the goods swiftly."
Aakur glanced at the sun. Over. And over again. His foot tapped the dirt, gaining a bit more speed as the minutes passed.
"Come on, Rizz," Aakur mumbled under his breath. "Do not fail me before we've even begun."
"Looks like you're expecting someone?"
A voice called out from afar, alerting Aakur. However, he failed to spot anyone aside from the gate guards.
"Rizz, is that you?!"
