Spartan trudged through the hedge, a glowering look in his eyes. He was not pleased to be coming back to this place. He very much wanted to burn down this slave trade and kill every one of these slaving bastards. That time would come in the future, he knew it. But for now, for now he needed to meet with the one eyed man. The One Eyed Man was one of his contacts to the Tolltaker Knights. A group of Gray Paladins who do the dirty work as long as the pay and the motives are correct.
So the Hopelite enters in, his weapons at his sides, his newly made armor hidden under his shirt.
Spartan looked for the one eyed man where he had found him before...