A small cart trundled along a well worn dirt path. It was pulled by two muscular Ur’Tor, each cloaked in nightmare hide armor. They looked worn and battered, as though from long days of travel on the road. In reality however, the artificings on their armor were keeping them sustained and hearty. The cart they pulled, crude yet effective in it’s own way, had a cloth thrown over the back of it, concealing the contents within. Ahead of them lay Simonsburg, a veritable oasis in the wastelands that surrounded it. This was their destination, their drop off point for their precious cargo. They would slip into the city, veiled under the guise that they were refugees fleeing the destruction in Yagogi to find a better life in the city. Keeping their heads low, they would make their way through the crowds.
The discovery of the cargo was not of great concern to them, as it was simply a statue. The average person would probably assume it was some bizarre piece of art that was being put up somewhere in the city. Despite this assumption, Kolgol had it placed into a shadow cocoon created by Uth’lal in an otherwise ordinary sack placed in the back of the cart. Various other sundries were added around it to give the appearance of mundane supplies that they had brought with them.
Once far into the city, they would find a secluded place, an abandoned alley or building, and would unload their haul. Placing it on the ground, they would kneel and pray to Kalok, imploring him to cleanse this place, and would then stand and prepare themselves.
Nodding at each other, they would split off and begin swiftly jogging in opposite directions, heading out of the city at different places so they wouldn’t be associated. If they both made it out in time, they would meet up outside the city and head home. If one didn’t make the other would return with his report. If none survived, well, at least there was no evidence left.