The soldiers stood around holding the opened packages they'd confiscated from Mauve.
"Sir, can we keep the contents? My wife will love this dress." One asked holding up a beautiful pink silk gown.
"I can give this to my son." Another held up a small boat carved from wood.
Marix shook his head.
"The story he's going to give is that he was attacked by wolves and lost the packages out here in the forest. Do you think no one is going to come looking for these things? We have to stage it to ensure his story isn't questioned." He began tearing up some of the intimate portraits using a branch and scattering them amongst the bushes and area.
"Sir, what if he tells them that he met the Viraaz army at the border? What if he tells them that we are preparing for battle? You can't be sure he'll relay the story we gave him."
