To the southeast of town, a pair of guards stood outside of a heavy wooden gate, just as they did every day.
A third man stood outside as well, fidgeting with his coarse, white, button-down shirt.
"Young Master Aakur, you don't need to be out here–"
"I'll wait for the exchange myself," the molekin man snapped back. "It's nearly noon and we were promised a delivery. So I will continue to wait here, where I can receive the goods swiftly."
Aakur glanced at the sun. Over. And over again. His foot tapped the dirt, gaining a bit more speed as the minutes passed.
"Come on, Rizz," Aakur mumbled under his breath. "Do not fail me before we've even begun."
"Looks like you're expecting someone?"
A voice called out from afar, alerting Aakur. However, he failed to spot anyone aside from the gate guards.
"Rizz, is that you?!"
"What other goblin were you expecting?" That laugh didn't ring out from the road to town. It came from the west side of the wall.
