The town of Kimberry is now in state of joy, as they're just successfully defend against bandits raid.
Huey and company, of course, being invite as special guests for celebration since they're the saviors of the town.
But even they wanted to, there still a lot of things to do first, Angie, as a priest, have a lot of injured soldiers and civilians to tend to, and Cheryl, being a royal knight, have to help town's guard captain making report to the capital city about the situation.
And for Huey, he have something in mind.
At the field outside the town, soldiers and volunteers are busy at clearing the field.
Gathering arrows and gears, clearing corpes to prevent disease, and see if there's something missing, Huey also among them as well despite being told he doesn't has to.
Huey examine all the gears he found from bandits and thinking, something is not right.
Their gears looks too new, too prestige. Normally bandits would use either improvise or old weapons from loots, their armour, even just leather or hide armour, are too good too.
As if someone provide them these equipments.
"Yeah, you're right. Cherry. It seems to be bigger than it should now...." Huey whisper in worry.
The young rogue turn around and return to the town, thinking of what he can and should do next.
Everybody is now at the mayor's mansion, the guest house. Which the mayo of Kimberry generously offer them to stay, which is good for the team since it's more private than tavern rooms.
Everybody, including Brigid, are now sitting on the couches and drink some tea while discussing.
"So, that's what you think?" Cheryl talk to Huey in serious tone.
"But who could've done that? And for what?" Angie ask as well.
"Don't know, and we're gonna find it out. This thing is bigger than just a mere bandits incursion now." Huey reply.
"You mean someone might plot against the kingdom?" Cheryl continue to ask.
"Possibly, Earllund's northern region is now in disaray after the Margrave pass away."
"All I could think of is those nobles coalition, but that's would be impossible. They're too busy fighting our loyalists."
"Or maybe just someone with self-interests?" Brigid come in with his idea.
"That's not impossible, tho." Huey agree.
"But what's of Margrave's son? He's suppose to be the one in charge of everything there by now." Angie wonder.
"Young lord Mcbeth...., I do wonder what's he doing as well." Cheryl say.
"We're going to Northpoint anyway, we can ask him once we're there."
"Do you know him?" Angie ask Cheryl.
"I met him once during capital's festival years ago. He was his majesty's childhood friend. But that's all I know."
"I see."
"Northpoint is going to be a rough travel, we can expect more of these ruffians to shows up along the way." Huey say.
"But we're just send them running, bandits aren't that organize." Brigid object.
"If they can organized this good, then they can do it again, I believe that leader I taken down wasn't the real strings puller." Huey say.
"Make sense, let's rest and prepare then, we might need some times for preparations for a day, but better preapare for anything." Cheryl agree.
In the woods at night near the bandit's camp, now almost abandon after their leader, Larry, fell in failed siege.
Some bandits that scattering after their defeats gathering in this camp for further discussions, to see what they can do after this failures.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? We're just fail to take the town, and our boss is dead" One of the bandits ask in worry.
"We either stay and starve here or move away for better places, those town's guards will surely come after us next." Another one reply.
"But our weapons and goods are gone, most of our supplies also used for that siege and we failed miserably!"
"What about you guys come with me?" Then a mysterious figure appear out of nowhere from the dark.
"You...! You're that coward that run away from our attacks!" One of the bandits point his finger at the figure.
"Hey now, I'm just a supplier, it's you guys fault that it failed."
"You said we're gonna live like nobles after this raid! Instead you send us into slaugther!"
"It just a miscalculation...."
"You call that a miscalcul-...Agh!?" As one of the bandits yell in frustation and grabs his knife, a dagger flying in and piece through his chest, sending him down to the ground and remain still.
"Think carefully before you guys react, you can either go on your ways, remain and rot here like that idiot, or come with me." The figure talking to the rest of the bandits while holding more throwing daggers in hand.
After a short reluctant, one of the bandits agree.
"Fine, it's better than die here anyway." As he agree, the rest follow.
"Good choice, now let's get ready and move."
"But where to go?" The bandit ask.
"Northpoint city, I got a nice employer there." The mysterious figure gleefully smile as she put her daggers back into her belt.