On a completely unrelated note, one skill Ven prided himself in was his ability to sleep anywhere. To the average person, this may seem fairly pointless, which granted, in understandable. The average person usual goes home and sleeps in their bed night after night. For a traveller such as himself this skill was invaluable. The road is rarely comfortable, such being able to sleep in terrible conditions makes life several degrees easier.

Of course this is completely unnecessary information, and the fact that Ven somehow dozed off while up in his tree is completely besides the point...

So there he snoozed, and there he lay. Like that, the whole mission was over. This was a one time event, and he blew it by falling asleep.

At least he would have it it weren't for a stroke of pure, unadulterated, stupid luck.

As it happened, Ven was awoken by the snapping of a stick. The sharp sound roused him from his doze, and he groggily opened his eyes, blinking and turning his head forwards the source of the sound.

Beneath him, at the base of the tree, were two hooded figures.

"Quite now," whispered One in a scolding tone.

" Oh it was only a stick mate. It could barely be heard at all. Besides, we are the only ones here, and the rest are inside," said Two.

" And your lucky for that. Made that mistake somewhere else, and it could cost ya."

They then continued on their way.

Ven blinked, then smiled. Jackpot.