It was the crack of dawn. Faint shimmers of light shone over the horizon as the six men stood, weapons and tools of the trade in hand. The group was a motley one. They all seemed to neglect personal hygiene more often than not, and all had small tufts of facial hair slightly obscuring their features. There was a large, bulky man with a large pack by his side standing next to a moderately tall man who was thin, and had no hair atop his head. Another like pair stood together, both of almost identical features, save for clothing. Sitting on the ground was a short fat man, who bore a strange shaped bundle on his back. Standing aside from the rest was a tall, thin man, dressed completely in black leather, and wielding a long, slender bow. A small quiver with about ten arrows was slung on his back, and he seemed to resent the others.
The group was waiting for the guard that their boss had hired for their protection, and then they would set out. Their boss had hired a ninja, skilled in arts completely mysterious to the men, and the hunters were eager to be on their way, all except for the short man. He seemed to hate being where he was.
