Cirilla & Varkon
Cirilla Cirilla
Varkon Varkon
Cirilla Cirilla
Got a minute? I hear the northern keep’s guard shift is shifting at midnight, and your network’s got a feed on their supplies. Thought we could coordinate a hit—your tech to blind the sensors, me to take the trenches. What do you say?
Varkon Varkon
Sure thing, but you know the guard’s tight and the sensors are smarter than a kid on a playground. You’ll hand me a cut on the tech, I’ll shut the lights, you’ll swing through the trenches—no one gets caught, and no one leaves empty‑handed. Meet up at the old pier, keep it quiet, and we’ll lay out the details.
Cirilla Cirilla
Sounds solid. I’ll grab the gear and hit the pier at four. Just keep the line open; any change, I’ll shout. See you there.
Varkon Varkon
Got it, four o’clock, pier it is. Keep your comms tight, I’ll lock down the feeds on the keep. If anyone else shows up, I’ll make sure we’re out before the lights flicker. Stay sharp, and keep that line open. See you.