McKinney crouched on the hill, squinting, so excited that his breathing became heavy.
Over on the other side of the valley entrance, a convoy escorting grain slowly made its way in.
Twenty or so knights led the way, followed by more than sixty soldiers, each one alert, guarding over a dozen grain-laden carriages.
The heavy wheels creaked as they rolled over the snow.
"Heh heh, we're going to be rich... There's more than I thought..." McKinney licked his lips, squinting at the convoy ahead.
Behind him, more than seventy knights wore rough black cloth masks, like a pack of bloodthirsty wild dogs, itching for action.
"Listen carefully!" McKinney lowered his voice but couldn't suppress his sheer excitement. "There are only twenty something knights on the opposite side; we have more men, and our equipment isn't lacking. With one charge, they'll break!"
"Hahaha!"
"Lord McKinney is wise! Watch you lead us to fortune!"
