"It should be about time."
Not long ago, somewhere on the outskirts of the Blackwater Swamp's Core Area, a young man in his twenties glanced at the sky, flipped open the cover of his watch, and confirmed the time.
"The caravan will be passing through here soon... That imposter should be with them!"
"So they want your escort party and the caravan to arrive at the same time? They plan to use the cover of night, when security is lax, to make the switch in the Royal Capital's merchant staging area?"
"Yes."
The young man nodded. "By now, the other party has probably discovered I'm missing. Their mission to dispose of me ahead of time has failed, but to avoid disrupting their plan, they have no choice but to continue toward the Royal Capital and wait for news from our end."
"All we have to do is intercept the caravan here. We can turn their own plan against them!"
Beside him stood a slender man with narrow eyes and a razor-sharp presence.
