Entering inside, Kael saw a man draped in saggy black clothes looking at the map who looked at him.
"What's the news?"
Kael stood across from the man, his expression carefully measured.
The room was dim, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and metal. Around them, Serpent Fang members moved with silent efficiency, sharpening blades and adjusting their gear. Every action was deliberate, controlled.
They weren't just a group of criminals, rather they were like soldiers operating under a strict command.
He leaned in slightly, voice low but firm. "The knight scouts showed up near the perimeter," he reported. "Gerat tried to intercept them. He fought, but they overwhelmed him. We barely got away." He let the words sit, letting the weight of the loss settle in.
The man's expression darkened. His fingers tapped against the wooden table. "So they're probing our defenses."
Kael nodded. "It won't be long before they make another move. What's our next step,Sir?"
