Staying crouched in the bushes trying not to make a sound or be seen by the enemy for hours is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do recently. We were sent on a surveillance mission to the Orri providence to monitor suspected smuggling of magic weapons and bottles of toxic potions. We have been here for what feels like hours or even days. I don't really know. I seem to have lost track of time. When we first got here it looked like an everyday happy village. Nothing abnormal or even shady about it.There were children running around chasing each other screaming and shouting with laughter while their mothers yelling at them to be careful about knocking things over. People just going about their day like anyone else would. There were normal looking little shops and cafes with a constant flow of people coming in and out of them. But the real secrets come out at night. The first night we were here nothing happened. Everyone in the village seemed to be sleeping peacefully and the only noise that you could hear was the wind bouncing off the buildings. However, the next night was a whole different story.
At first we didn't notice anything. It wasn't until Josh tapped my shoulder, while he was shoving the binoculars at me. As I look through the binoculars I saw several men coming from different houses walking queitly towards one of the farthest buildings in the village. No doubt to have a sectret metting about what they were planning on doing with the next shipment of weapons.