Down in the shadows of the western shipyards, the three scouts slipped over the outer stone wall completely undetected. They moved with terrifying grace. Utilizing their wire-spools, they zipped between the dense watchtowers and swung directly into the sprawling warehouse district near the docks.
The eastern sector was suspiciously quiet, offering a perfect, unguarded blind spot for infiltration.
The lead scout signaled his two subordinates. They grappled silently into the wooden rafters of a massive boat-shed, positioning themselves high above the stone floor to observe the docked fleet.
"Your technique is flawless," a calm voice echoed through the dark shed. "But your logic is entirely predictable."
The three scouts froze instantly. They drew their serrated daggers and peered down into the gloom.
