transport, ensure its safety, no questions asked.
Standard mercenary work.
Except it wasn't.
Kael arrived at the meeting point outside the city gates. A few other hired blades were already waiting.
The Veltrion enforcer in charge, a man with sharp features and a cold demeanor, sized them up before speaking.
"No delays. No inspections. Anyone who asks too many questions gets left behind."
Kael stayed silent.
The convoy arrived—three reinforced carriages, heavily guarded. More security than any noble would use for simple cargo.
Something valuable was inside.
The mercenaries mounted up. The journey began.
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The Observation
Kael didn't ask questions. He watched.
The guards weren't just soldiers—they moved with trained precision.
He noted the insignia burned into the wood. A subtle mark of the Divine Order.
So, Veltrion wasn't just moving cargo. They were working with the Divine Order directly.
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An Unwelcome Interruption
Night fell. The convoy stopped at a remote outpost.
Kael moved like a shadow, listening.
"…the Order is expecting this by sunrise."
"…we lost too much last time. If this fails, we're all dead."
Something had happened before. Something costly.
He glanced at the secured carriage. Whatever was inside wasn't just expensive—it was dangerous.
And now, he had a choice.
1. Stay quiet, finish the mission, and gather more information later.
2. Find out what Veltrion was really hiding.
Kael made his decision.
He moved.