The man, small like a mouse with a pair of whiskers, was the contact for the smuggling route known as Raven's Beak. Most people called him Gray Mouse.
"Is everyone here?" Gray Mouse's voice was hoarse and deep, like sandpaper scraping.
Old Scar nodded, glanced at Duke, and then said to Gray Mouse, "It's up to you now. There's been a lot of talk in town lately, so you'd better hurry."
After he finished speaking, he returned directly to the tunnel leading into the Land of Filth and vanished into the darkness. His task was complete.
Gray Mouse's gaze swept over Duke, Scarface the mercenary, the fiery woman, and the merchant hugging his package. He said in a deep voice, "Listen up! I'm Gray Mouse, responsible for getting you across the border. The rules are simple: follow my steps, keep quiet. If you fall behind or cause trouble, don't expect anyone to save you—it's your own responsibility."
