"Chief! Only us two?"
"Do you see anybody else, Voros?"
"But new guns... not tested... this much gunpowder..."
"The whole damn city will know."
Voros looked at Vivian, who was holding the reins and driving the wagon herself, and realized that maybe his crazy wasn't all that bad. After all, she had just shown up at the company and told him to load all their gunpowder into a wagon.
She told him that she had received word from her informants that the Crown Prince's Faction was moving large shipments using Royal Treasury carriages. Understanding what the word "Royal" meant was enough to make Voros dig a hole in the ground and hide himself, but understanding the word "Treasury" would make that hole seven times deeper.
And to think Vivian would go happy-go-lucky and attack that convoy in the middle of the night.
"Chief... the security..." Voros spoke.
"There won't be any. Not even knights," she said.
"How do you know?"
