"Kekekekeh! Boss, it seems like we'll be getting some loot today," a fierce-looking man with an eye patch spoke fiendishly, his words oozing with malice.
"Oi, Cranker, today I call dibs on the women. I get to pick first this time," another bald figure from the side spoke, rubbing his hands together with a perverted look of expectation.
"Hmph! We have to let the boss decide if we're even going to be setting our eyes on the ladies this time," Cranker snorted. He then turned his attention back to his boss.
"Huh? Boss, what's wrong?" he questioned with a furrowed brow, noticing the way his boss seemed to be scrutinizing the incoming caravan warily.
"Cranker, don't you feel something's off with that caravan?" Slade finally spoke, posing a sudden question.
Startled, Cranker turned his gaze back to the caravan, but no matter how he scrutinized it, he couldn't find anything wrong. Helpless, he replied, "I can't find anything wrong… Boss, is there something wrong with them?"
