"They hung it up pretty high, so conspicuous."
Mael Valerius stared at the sign on the city wall for quite a while, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and waved.
"Crack!"
The wooden plaque instantly shattered to powder, drifting down silently.
The noise wasn't loud, but it still alarmed the beastmen patrolling inside the tribe.
Tonight just happened to be Finn Arcanus' turn to patrol with the tribe's beastmen, and at the slightest sound, he was there with a torch almost instantly.
The sound of hurried footsteps was especially clear in the stillness of the night.
Mael Valerius' expression shifted slightly. He noticed people approaching, but didn't really care.
He braced himself single-handedly against the wall and flipped over, landing inside the city wall in an instant, his shadow stretched out long by the moonlight.
The patrolling torches drew closer and closer, and with a flicker, he melted into the shadows by the wall.
