In a sparse network of trees with broad branches and leaves, a group of nine could be seen.
These nine were dressed in brown hooded cloaks that concealed the armor and weapons they had on their person.
The nine were currently standing in front of a well hidden hole dug into the ground through the help of an earth mage, judging by its extreme smoothness and stability.
"Gather round," the tallest of them, a man with a gruff voice, said.
The remaining eight came together in a semi circle before him, and he started speaking.
"The merchant on our list today is one of the vassals of the government. I don't know what he's going to do, and I don't care, but what I'm concerned about are the goodies inside that four wheel carriage of his."
He locked eyes with every single one of them.
