[@BrokenPromise][@Ryofu]

A second figure, smaller than the one with the hand cart, was waiting out of sight for the moment to come. When their partner began to speak, the smaller one went to work woth the grace and silence of a panther. Cloaked in a long, tattered, and dirty robe, they were behind Hiro without so much as a rustle of cloth. The only sign they were there was the sound of the door closing behind Hiro. Seemingly unarmed, the cloaked figure stood with confidence and merely stared at Hiros direction. 
If the man tried to call out to the others, there would be blood.