"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.

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

How does someone with that kind of logic end up as

family, surviving out here in the wild like it's nothing? But at least their guess was way off. That meant they had no clue who

idea

"Nope."

look

not to waste time on them-just some broke nobodies. If they come back,

many of you are there?"

a hundred, at least. Some aren't here—they're outside the

get

grunt. If you want to know that stuff,

long are you planning to

for the long haul. Plenty of

last a lifetime. And it's

"Your boss-Brock, right?"

Brock's the

the crew, but even they answer to someone higher up.

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