Arthur and Gates crouched low in the shadows, their eyes fixed on Hank's movements.
After a few minutes, Hank returned, letting out a series of quiet cries as he landed on Arthur's shoulders.
Arthur tilted his head, listening intently to the cries. He nodded, his sharp eyes gleaming with understanding. "Looks like there are no hidden surprises outside the village. The patrolling goblins are very few, and they seem disorganized. No reinforcements in sight either, so we're clear to start with the outskirts."
Gates raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Your summon is quite useful. It's like having an aerial drone with a brain."
Arthur smirked, glancing at Hank. "He's more than useful. He's my eyes in the sky. Besides, he's smarter than some people."
Gates chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll admit, I underestimated how effective a hawk could be. Most players go for brute force or flashy skills, but this… it's tactical. I like it."
