Although Gregory's plan was a big risk, Lyo was content with the fact that he didn't have to pack up and move. Things were back to normal, and he didn't have that threat of exposure hanging over his head. Of course, now this meant Gregory was putting more pressure on him and the others. They needed to prepare and perfect their weapons. Everyone was working overtime. Which was something Lyo was not enjoying. He expected riches and less work, not empty pockets and double the work. He already threathened Gregory that this whole deal with the King better not fall through. Some of the men even backed Lyo up. Everyone was expecting at least something with their new found alliance in a high place. Gregory went on to claim riches would come once they knocked down their first enemy dragon from the skies.

Lyo's newest task was collecting large quanties of resources. Their instructions were to shove a piece of parchment paper in shopowners faces and demand they comply. Said parchment contained the Kings writing, that backed up the hunters demands. To put it simply. To put it even simplier, they were raiding. Towns and villages a like. Anything and everything they come across. Their ticket in was of course the parchment signed by the King himself. Now their usual illegal activities were now legal. At least in their eyes. It was the quickest way to attain what they needed. Although the Dragon Hunters had the numbers, they couldn't complete what needed to be done in the allotted time they had.

Arriving at the same gates they'd visited a mere two weeks ago, Lyo pulled the reins on his horse. Making the abnormally large war horse come to a halt. Lyo was dressed in light weight leather armor. That was mix of black and dark brown. A long cloak was attached to the back. Striking amber eyes gazed up at the large castle, before dropping to the large front doors. Gregory dismounted and sauntered to the front. This time around the guards did not stop them from entering. A few of the guards watched them with wary eyes. They looked like a dangerous bunch, even without weapons. After a few silent moments, Gregory returned, a sly smile on his lips. Something in his hands. He stopped next to Alaric's horse, handing him the items he recieved from the King.

Gregory swung his body onto his horse, and with a quick motion of his hand they were off. Gregory lead the small group of six out of the walls of the Kingdom. They continued until they were out of sight. Arriving at a fork in the road, Gregory peeled of to the right, while the rest of the men went left. "Don't disappoint!" Greg called from over his shoulder before disappearing down the path.

Emil was leading the men. Lyo stayed in the back of the group. As if in sync the small group picked up speed. Hoof beats hit the ground hard, as the men pushed their horses into a hard gallop. They needed to arrive at the first meeting point within two hours to set the plan into action. There they would assemble with a larger group of men. Those men would have carriages with them, as well as riders. They needed large numbers and carriages to lug around the supplies they ransacked. Of course, the group went with the inconspicuous route as to not be noticed by bystanders.

With one hand Lyo pulled his hood up over his head. The hood was large and covered his forehead. Pulling up the facial covering, he disguised his identity. Lyo packed light for the trip. Only having one bulky pack, he called it good. Of course, he had his weapons hidden from view on his horse. So did the other men. They didn't want to attract anymore unwanted attention from civilians while traveling within the Kingdom walls. Keeping a steady hand on the reins, he reached back. With a skillful hand, he unraveled the thick blanket that was tied to his pack. Carefully he grabbed his crossbow and pulled the strap of his head. He adjusted it to a comfortable position, before tightening the straps securing it in place. He did the same with his sword, now strapped to his left hip. He'd done this many times before. If the men kept up this pace they might arrive with a few minutes to spare.

Lyo was trekking back to where he'd left Zamir, when he heard it. Twigs snapped under the weight of a heavy animal. He paused, scanning the area he heard the noise. He wasn't alone that was for sure, but he couldn't tell if it was just an animal or a human. Picking up the pace, he kept glancing in the direction of the noise. As he got closer to Zamir he began hearing heavy hoof beats, like one of a horse. That was strange, none of the men should have stayed behind. He should be utterly alone in the woods.

Paranoia gripped him. People normally didn't use this trail as it was known to be dangerous. Everyone knew not to travel alone on bare paths for fear of being attacked by bandits. Finally, Zamir came into view. The horse looked relaxed, as he waited for his owner. Quickly tying down the buck on the back of Zamir, he climbed back up onto the war horse. He turned towards where he had last heard hoof beats. Picking up the pace, he searched the empty woods. He could have sworn he heard something.

The sky was beginning to darken, soon the woods would be casted into darkness. Lyo slowed when he saw fresh hoof prints in the forest ground. His amber eyes narrowed, as he analyzed them. His jaw clenched, someone was here. A part of him wanted to investigate, but the other part was telling him to head back to the group. The way the prints lead was in the opposite direction. Clearly, if someone was out here, they were up to no good. The thing was Lyo was just as dangerous, with ill intentions as well. Deciding against his better judgment, he followed the prints.

The sun was setting fast, but Lyo was still determined to figure out who or what was in these woods. He continued following slowly, as to not lose the tracks. Eyes flickering up to check his surroundings. There was a part of him that thought this could be a trap, but something else told him to keep going. At this point he was all in for figuring this out, the others were too far now. They could find their own food tonight. Plus he'd meet up with them at some point, once he solved this little mystery.

Having been so trained on the tracks, he barely noticed the clouds darkening the sky. He narrowed his eyes, paying close attention. Lyo had gone too far to end up losing the tracks now. Reaching a sudden turn of the tracks, he paused. Glancing up he squinted his eyes, as he scanned the dark forest. Feeling a few raindrops fall onto his cloak, he glanced up at the dark sky. He cursed under his breath. From the looks of the clouds it was going to pour. From the looks of it he could see a large creature swaying slightly. That could have been the horse he was tracking all this way.

It was quite far in there. Climbing off of Zamir, he lead the horse into the woods. Leaving the horse a few feet into the woods, he made his way closer on foot. He didn't bother tying the reins, in case this went haywire. His steps, surprisingly silent for someone his sheer size. Of course, he kept his face covered, as he moved closer. Lyo scanned the surroundings, it didn't look like a set up. No one was hiding in the woods ready to jump out at him. Just like he had expected the rain picked up, now completely showering him and whoever was just a few feet away.

Now that he was sure they were alone, he approached. His strides confident, a dangerous aura surrounded him. Thunder began rumbling loudly along the rain. Pulling out a dagger, he walked the last few steps. Halting, he had a clear view of the person. They laid on a blanket. Lyo was in clear view of the person, but they didn't seem to be facing him. Hell, he probably looked like the reaper. His enormous frame cloaked in black, a hood shielded his eyes. Lighting struck the trees nearby, lighting up the dark woods. The dagger in his gloved hand glinted with the sudden light, before casting them in the dark. Seeing as the person seemed harmless, his goal was to scare them off and away from here.

Lyo couldn't have been more wrong. This person was not as harmless as he had previously assumed. His eyes widen slightly, at what looked to be a shard of ice that manifested from the person's hand. Looking at the tree trunk that took the hit, he decided in that moment he was grateful that wasn't his body. Gods know what that would have done to him. So he was up against a damned sorcerer. Gods help him.

As the sky darkened again, he took that opportunity to disappear. Sneaking from tree to tree, he grabbed the horses reins that were tied to the tree. Cutting the leather, the horse reared back before taking off. Now he took away the Sorcerer's chance of escape. If they wanted to get away from him, they'd have to run. He could hear a light hum from the dangerous individual. As if their magic was regenerating and they were getting ready for another attack. Grabbing his dagger by the tip of the blade, he tossed it effortlessly across where the person stood.

The hope of that move was to distract them from where he was hidden, but it did not happen that way. Instead, the cloaked figure ran in the opposite direction. He cursed, as the forest lit up again by another lightning strike. He gave chase, his foot steps heavy, as he sprinted behind them. Dagger still in hand. The rain attacked his back, completely soaking his cloak.