An odd man with odd contraptions approached the city of Hargeon with an even odder contraption hovering behind him. Just an hour ago had he accepted a job – a rather sketchy one at that. By no means was this a legal mission, but it mattered little to Silvaetus. As far as he was concerned the law was beneath him and the guards who enforced it were nothing but a nuisance. He did not meet the person who requested the job, but rather a liaison, an intermediate body that simply had to acknowledge who took the job and hand over the money. Not many words, just simple gestures.
Standing in front of the city walls he studied the roads the merchants took. One caravan every thirty minutes or so and a short ten minute gap in between each caravan when there was no one on the road…except for a few gate guards. Before making his preparations he had to first disable them. For that he could not cause a large commotion, but rather had to do so in what he defined as subtlety. Thus he turned around and headed straight for a hill. Crouching down he identified the number of targets: four.
Standing in front of the city walls he studied the roads the merchants took. One caravan every thirty minutes or so and a short ten minute gap in between each caravan when there was no one on the road…except for a few gate guards. Before making his preparations he had to first disable them. For that he could not cause a large commotion, but rather had to do so in what he defined as subtlety. Thus he turned around and headed straight for a hill. Crouching down he identified the number of targets: four.