POV: Talyn Marrow
Talyn dropped the guard without a sound, easing him to the ground behind the grain sacks.
"Clear," he whispered.
Nils and Perrin moved up behind him, both coalition fighters handpicked for this exactly, quiet, controlled, used to working without backup close by. The trading post sat ahead in the dark, torches burning low at the corners, more guards posted around a supposedly neutral outpost than any legitimate trading operation would ever need.
"Six visible," Perrin whispered. "Probably more inside."
"Ledger room's supposed to be in the back," Talyn said, checking the rough sketch Ottilie had drawn from old scouting notes. "Past the main storage. We move fast, copy what we can, get out before rotation change."
They slipped along the perimeter, avoiding torchlight, T
