Echoes of Revolution
Carefully parting the tent flap, you spot the candle flickering atop the desk. You deftly toss a scrap of cloth toward the flame, watching as it ignites and begins to consume the papers nearby.Digging into your satchel, you produce the counterfeit retreat orders implicating the British. You scatter the documents carefully across Ashcroft’s desk, making them look like they were casually left there.Rather than stepping inside, you hunker down beside the tent, carefully positioning yourself near a subtle tear in the canvas to quietly listen to any activity happening within.Cloaked by your hood, you slip into the tent unnoticed, your focus alternating between the desk's contents and the faintest noises that might signal someone's approach.