{Poderick's POV}
The moon hung high in the night sky, a silver coin against the velvet of darkness, illuminating our path as Roderick and I crept through the dense underbrush. Dressed in dark, fitted garments that hugged our bodies, we blended seamlessly into the shadows. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant sound of rustling leaves, a reminder of the world beyond our mission. We were twins, bonded not just by blood but by the shared thrill of espionage, and tonight, we were on the hunt.
Our objective lay ahead: a shipment rumored to carry precious goods from the border to an underground trade junction. Lord Milo had tasked us with scouting the area, a mission that felt both exhilarating and dangerous. We moved silently, our hearts pounding in sync, each step calculated to avoid detection. The distant glow of torches flickered like fireflies, guiding us toward the rendezvous point.
