So the Slanid entered into the forecourt of the city unseen by blurred Deetan eyes. Hinn ordered his troops into ranks and had them crouch inthe darkness. Being his own boss had granted the Slanid leader a certain arrogance. He prided himself in his style and professionalism and couldn’t help but smile at his own adept strategies.

He strode up to the main doors of the court and knocked in a way that only Hinn, leader of the Slanid, could.

One knock.

Silence.

One knock.

Silence.

One knock.

Silence.

The doors were swung open and out scurried an old man that had a dutiful and humble look about him.

‘ Hello there’ said the old man, foolishly.

The Slanid leader dropped to a crouch and bellowed back to the forecourt “SLANID!”.

‘HINN!’

The Slanid in the forecourt rose as one and cried “HINN” into the darkness. There was whistling sound and then ten knives embedded themselves into the old man. His body could not have took even one of these deadly barbs. He fell backwards into the light that emitted from the doorway.

Hinn kicked the corpse aside on his way through the doors. “Nothing personal old man. But some traditions have to be upheld.” he said.

The Slanid collected their knives and began to congratulate each other on their throws and precision.

Hinn reached the Royal Deetan House and was met by a couple of lazy-looking guards.

They rushed to pick up their halberds as the dark-cloaked mercenaries neared their post.

‘By order of the Monarchs of the Royal House I demand your name and your business in this place.’ Said one of the guards.

‘My name is Hinn. These are the Slanid. We do not come here for business. We come here for a pit-stop. Some refreshment perhaps and if the Monarch will be so kind the use of your wenches.’ Said Hinn in a nonchalant tone.

The gold encrusted door were pulled inwards by some sort of complicated mechanism to reveal a splendid cavern-like room that housed many teak tables and chairs. The walls were plastered in antiquities and ornaments that Hinn would never had deemed to exist. The walls themselves were etched with paintings that used colours and textures that intrigued the Slanid’ eyes.