Ulric and his men lay behind a towering ridge.
It provided the perfect cover from the front. Behind them was a dense grove that camouflaged their presence from the back.
The sun was about to set beyond the horizon, and the evening skies were dyed in shades of orange and red. A gentle breeze blew through the terrain, making for a very comfortable atmosphere.
If it weren't for a bloody war raging through the lands, the men would much prefer to drink some wine and enjoy the sunset.
But instead, they planned for what seemed to be their final mission deep within enemy lines.
A map lay sprawled on the ground, while Ulric and the men surrounded it.
This was a map of the town in the distance, a military outpost that was home to food and grain warehouses. As the sun set over the horizon, it cast Ulric's shadow across the map of the town.
"Alright, lads." He stroked his beard as he studied the map. "I believe we should be able to pull this off before we board the Red Wind."
