The gang regrouped in the heart of the city, inside a modest house tucked within a sprawling residential zone. Each man carried supplies received from Prestor, as their expressions were unreadable and they all moved towards their headquarters.
This place was the Red Serpent Gang's covert headquarters. As they entered, they were greeted by their leader, Arnot, who was already waiting. His first words were sharp. "Where are Zorthar's men?" he asked the crew who had earlier met with Prestor.
They dropped the bags filled with money onto the table and unzipped them. "He's not sending anyone," one replied flatly. Another chimed in, "Looks like they are scared of the City Guard after that new commander stepped in."
Arnot's gaze fell on the money inside. "Cowards. But generous ones, apparently." Then his eyes shifted to the barrels stacked along the wall. "What's with the thunder barrels?"
"He said to use them to blow open the Palace gates," came the response.
