Third Person POV
When the night came, one hooded figure carefully crept around the area, avoiding all patrolling guards. Once the coast is clear, the hooded figure dashed towards the no man's land.
In a couple of minutes the hooded figure reached the destination. It slowed down once a silhouette of a man came.
"You're late." The man said.
Once the light of the moon shone upon them, the man's face was revealed. Its none other than Marcus.
"I came. And that's what's important."
The hood was taken off, and the hooded figure is his sister. Danica.
Marcus huffed.
"When will you ever be on time?"
Danica rolled her eyes.
"Conan increased his guards. No thanks to your army, attacking nearby packs, all the time."
Marcus chuckled.
"Is he scared now?"
"Whatever. What do you want now? I a
