Lord Herbert Luxford and his son, Harry, were sat on soft chairs, enjoying a cool drink by the pool of Nujelm Palace. "A toast," said Herbert as he stroked the golden brooch brazed with a symbol of a spider pinned to his shirt, "to our latest success!" "They did well?" Harry asked. "Oh yes my son. You picked a fine bunch for the first mission," Herbert said with a wide grin. "There were a few guards escorting the trade caravan but they didn't stand a chance against our mercenaries!" Harry grinned along with his father. "Did you gather a new group already?" Herbert continued, "For our next mission?" "I'm working on it dad," harry replied. "Good boy!"