Two men approached Percvale from the eastern treeline.
The forest was dark, the trees thick, their branches intertwining to form a canopy that blocked out the last traces of sunlight.
The men moved quietly, their steps careful, their bodies low to the ground. They were experienced at staying unseen, trained to move through the wilderness without leaving a trace.
It was evening, the sun low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the land.
The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, the colors fading into deep purple as night approached.
The men found a tall tree with good cover near the edge of the farmland. It was old, its branches thick and sturdy, its leaves dense enough to hide them from anyone below.
One of the men climbed first, his movements careful, his boots finding purchase on the rough bark.
