Multiple different figures skulked and shifted within the darkness of the night. They came from different directions, and used different methods. Some leaped through the air like frogs, others darted across the ground as quickly as cheetahs. Some of them were retreating in success having completed their missions while others failed miserably and were coming back to lick their wounds.
Whatever their method or reason, all of these figures converged on a specific spot, an innocuous little hill near the edge of the city. Out of the way, and perfectly unsuspecting.
A man known as 'Paladin Phobus' was one of those such individuals. But despite being the one that chose this location, and sent its information to the rest, he felt a sense of unease as with every new arrival.
