"We're just a bunch of hunters," the man said.

"Poachers?" Tarquin raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah. That's right."

"When did you come up the mountain? And how'd you find this place?"

"We've been in the woods for a while, but only stumbled on this place last night. Honestly, it was pure luck-we were tracking a deer, and it led us right here.

Once we realized there was food, water, and even some decent beds with warm blankets, we figured we'd found the perfect base camp."

Tarquin pressed, "Who was staying here before you?"

"No idea. We haven't seen the owners since we arrived no sign of anyone."

"Do you have any clue who they are?"

"Looks like a family, probably. There are too many rooms for just one person. And inside, we found old folks' sweaters, kids' sneakers, and a bunch of men's hoodies and jeans. Our boss reckons it's three generations living together.

poor-couldn't handle life in town, couldn't afford a house, so they moved

someone with that kind of logic end

But at least their guess was way off. That meant they had no clue who really lived here —and that was good

"Any idea where the

"Nope."

didn't look for

nearby, but saw nothing suspicious. The boss said not to waste time on them-just some broke nobodies. If they come back, he says we should just take them

you

least. Some aren't here—they're outside the forest, selling

you get

you want to know that stuff, you'll have to

you

we're here for the long haul.

last a lifetime. And

"Your boss-Brock, right?"

the boss.

They run the crew, but even they answer to someone higher up. I'm nobody special, just

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