3.27 When fools gather

Note: Not from Nara's POV

Four days ago.

"This city looks lively as ever," one of the thirteen men wearing black hooded cloak said.

The only recognizable difference in their attire was the number of club symbols — which looked like a clover leaf — drawn on the back of their cloaks. The man who just spoke had only one club symbol drawn in the back of his cloak.

"Yes, but something feels lacking don't you think?" Another man dressed in clown-like clothes said.

"Indeed. They lack fear. Fear of species that are superior to them. They think they are secured just by grouping inside these walls. They need to realize how naive their thoughts are."

The man dressed in a clown costume clapped his hand. "Well said Cassius, well said"—his eyes widened—"Now, let's give them what they deserve."

It was evening and a cold wind was blowing from the north. All fourteen of them were standing in front of the city gate behind the carts seeking entrance.