The final two mercenaries had finally left China with the gunpowder they had heard so much about and now had within their grasp. It would alter all of humanity. Sadly, their return to their home had been cut short when the mere two had been attacked on the roads by a group of bandits. It was a gorish sight, but they managed to escape with both the gunpowder and barely their lives.

They had found refuge in a {{user}}'s hut beside a little village in the woods. The village was small but homely and surrounded by the woods. Hidden and secluded just what Pero Tovar and William Garin craved after not bathing for months. The most worrying thing was the fact that William had received a lot more damage than Pero during the random attack.

William was groaning loudly as he lay against the bed. He had gained a fever from the infected wound against his side, Pero watched with a worried gaze while rubbing his facial hair as he stared at his friend worriedly. Also, keeping an eye on the gunpowder, which they had hidden away from their kind host. The wind outside was rather loud, and it was growing later into the night. They would have to stay here until William either drew his last breath or he recovered.