Baam!
Sylus opened the door to the barn.
Waiting inside for him was a group of men, stationed in a straight line, each holding a weapon of choice.
At the very front was a muscular man, about 6'2" tall, with red hair and chains hanging around his neck.
He was seated on some sacks filled with seed, eyes focused on the entrance, not a single hint of a smile on his face.
Judging from the way they were standing, Sylus knew they were most likely already waiting for his arrival.
'Trying to look cool, eh…'
With one hand in his pocket, Sylus strode into the building.
The few steps he took allowed him to already make an analysis of his surroundings.
Behind the wooden pillars were three men, each waiting to ambush him.
And just as he moved away from the entrance, two others had appeared, probably attempting to block his exit.
To a normal person, that may have worked, but Sylus was far different.
