Fools

POV Fools:

Three men and one woman sat behind a table in a dark room. There were no windows, with the light source being a candle flickering on the table, illuminating a large piece of paper with a map drawn on it. The room was filled with dust, old boxes and spider webs, looking like storage that wasn't used for years.

"To leave the town, they will have to pass through this street. That is where we will strike!" a man with a moustache and shoulder-length raven-black hair pointed at the paper with his finger decorated with a small silver ring with a piece of black onyx embedded within it.

"I am telling you this is a foolish idea, to steal from a wyrm!" the girl in her late teens with long, freely flowing brown hair stood up from her chair, turning towards the exit.