"It's fine, darling. But, we need to gather our equipment before we head out," Ace said in an overly confident tone. 

"Yes, Yes, of course," Ramsey responded.

The Five grabbed their equipment, Ramsey stood watching the entire process. Ace was leading and directing the rest of the group, calling out the items they would need for their mission. 

"Don't forget the tar for the arrows. If my Queen wants fire, we'll give her fire," Ace shouted. 

Tala put on her armour; it was a simple light good for speed and stealth, just like the others. The Five weren't a well-known group of people, and they weren't supposed to be seen; they were used to do the dirty work that the Queen didn't want the public to see. The only one that didn't wear grieves was Olive, the quiet one. She had fiery red hair that went up into almost a mohawk. She gathered her things with preciseness, she made sure to grab the tar jars, smirking slightly as she did so. 

"I'll never understand how you people are so calm and orderly with the things you do," Ramsey stated. 

"Well, when you do it for so long, everything tends to blend together. You almost wait for something more interesting to come along," Ace replied as they grabbed three bows and slung them onto their back. "Archer grab the three quivers and two shortswords, their by were I was sitting," they ordered as they pointed toward the table that they had been sitting on.

"Yes, boss," Archer replies as he jogs slightly over to the circular table.

"That seems sad," Ramsey says.

"No, actually, it's a lot of fun," they say as they look around the small room. Is there anything you need for your blessing thingy, Ramsey?"

"No, I have the words memorized as ordered by the Queen."

"Good," Ace looks around once more, "Is everyone set?" 

"Yes, boss," the other four say in unison as they look up toward Ace. Archer has three quivers slung over his back, each one of their straps crisscrossing each other while holding both sheathed shortswords in a leather drawstring bag along with a few snacks for the ride. 

Olive carrying her jars of tar hidden inside a satchel tied around her waist. Inside another pouch around her waist was a flint of steel and a dagger. Tala and Alika only had their chest plate and grieves on over their dark leather under armour. 

The six of them headed outside of the splintered wooden door. Chills ran down Ramsey's neck as The Five walked past. Pin feathers spiking up and poking into the back of his shirt.