Another scheme, another windfall.
Dram could only hope this wasn't another one of Seranth's bad ideas that he'd have to bail him out of yet again. Like always, the Dark Elf just had to prepare for everything and anything. He would not go against the wishes of the King Hawk, but it was his duty to protect him, and to advise him, even if the young bandit would only listen to reason half the time.
Dram waited in the brances of the massive maple tree, watching the road. The drop would be coming soon, or so Seranth had told him. From the sound of it, he had it pretty well thought out. The caravan would be coming around the bend in approximately fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes. There were three carriages, the cargo was in the middle, guards to the front and to the back. The plan was to hit them quick and hit them hard.
The traps were set up ahead, two trees set to snap and fall, blocking their path. Next would be to confuse the guards, knock them out, disorient them. The misty conditions of this early morning raid were perfect for such a feat. And a couple of smoke spores wouldn't hurt either. Then he and Seranth would swoop in, haul as much cargo as they could and disappear into the trees, flying off into the distance.
It was simpel, easy, routine. What could go wrong? If it all went down without a hitch, they'd easily get away with quite a windfall. Well, that was the plan anyway.
"I'm not so sure about this, Seranth," Dram admitted, looking grim as always. "How can you be so sure the cargo is as valuable as you say? These better not be some ancient artifacts or that kind of bullshit!"