Fifty kilometers east of Davos, a safehouse lay hidden deep within the jungles.
Surrounded by towering trees and concealed beneath a powerful camouflage formation, it was virtually invisible to anyone who did not know where to look. Or if they were a Runesmith.
The place served as a base of operations for agents of the Iron Covenant.
Their scheme was simple. First, they would disguise themselves as bandits, ambushing caravans, slaughtering merchants, and leaving their victims to rot along the roads. Then they would appear as ordinary mercenaries, offering their services to the very merchant companies they had terrorized.
The Night Guild had uncovered the ruse. Clearing the safehouse was one of the missions Adam had recently taken.
