Three-Stones crested the hill side with the noon sun high in the sky. The group had their fair share of trouble getting there with the bandit's toll road, not to mention all the trials of their lives before this. But as they broke into a jog and rushed down the dirt path they didn't notice the man on the hill. A man who's wide brimmed hat covered his steely grey eyes that stayed locked on the platinum coin he flipped into the air, caught, and flipped again. His plans for these adventurers were just beginning, he hoped they made it.