POV

In a dark dungeon, a handsome man wearing very plain armor couldn't help but sigh as he glanced at the soon-to-be executed captive.

It didn't fit.

A bandit would never leave his mountain for no reason.

"Captain Jeto, I brought the information you wanted!" A subordinate came running, bringing a stack of papers with him.

The Captain quickly flipped through the information, frowning more and more. He was sure the whole fire, bandits, and strange creatures incident had been a diversion, but for what?

No key location had been attacked, and there weren't that many casualties either. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he kept reading, his subordinate unsure if he should speak up.

"What is it?"

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