They met outside the cemetery gates at 3 am prompt. Though their usual sigil—a decorative gold crucifix with a blade at its base—was nowhere to be seen, these men were notorious minions of Legion. Renowned for their slew of grave robberies and other offences, it was unknown why the leader of the faction had tolerated such actions. Had the public only known the truth, there would have been uproar.
"Did you bring the bolt cutters?" asked Marcus in a hushed tone.
"Even better," said Doug, pulling out a prey tier axe with a sharpening affinity from his belt.
Marcus shook his head in disbelief.
"What?" asked Doug.
"You do realise, using a spirit weapon tells everyone this was a faction job…?"
"So?"
"Well, we're probably the most prominently known grave diggers among the spirited ranks, yeah?"
"I suppose."
"Well, don't you think people are gonna put two and two together?"
Doug shrugged. "I thought it looked cool," he replied, a little disheartened by his companion's attitude.
