Taking another step, Mallory breathed deeply. Nothing happened. She made her way to the orc and archer, spotting a satchel. She slipped the strap off the orc, rolling him so she could pick the satchel up. It didn’t take her long to realise the satchel wasn’t all she could take. Removing the longsword, belt and belt pouch, she set them aside. There was also fifteen silver pieces in the belt pouch along with a letter demanding five chests of essence crystals be shipped to Cutthroat Harbour by the eighteenth. A sound drew her attention and she turned to see a herd of goats run along the road.
Behind the goats ran two archers, yelling threats as they chased after them. Mallory crouched lower, dragging the bodies inside, all the time expecting to be spotted. She brought the gear inside too, s
