A breeze from the cool autumn air blew through the valley, signaling the imminent coming of winter soon. Crisp, freshly fallen leaves were carried by the wind and taken across the village to wherever the wind would leave them. On a tall ridge over looking the Valley of Peace stood three hooded figures. The a stronger breeze blew past them, ruffling their black cloaks but kept their hoods on their heads. "Is this the place, Grandmaster?" asked one figure, his voice sounding young but most likely somewhere in his early to mid twenties. "Yes... The Valley of Peace. I'm certain this is where we need to be." said another figure, his voice deeper and showing some age. Most likely early fifties. "Are you certain, brother? The clan can't afford another one of your failures. You're already risking our lives by bringing us to the location of Master Shifu and his students, not to mention the Dragon Warrior himself." said the third figure, his voice just a gruff and deep as the second, showing a bit more age.
The second figure growled lightly, "Do not worry about me, brother. My sources were reliable. And if they weren't, it's a good thing that I killed them." The third only grumbled to himself. "Good thinking, Grandmaster. Severing all ties to us." the first praised. "We don't sever all ties, young one. Some people are worth more to us alive than dead. And when their value runs out, well, they aren't very useful alive anymore." the second said. The third figure scoffed, "Are we gonna go, or are you gonna just worry about giving a lesson to the youngling?" he grumbled. "Stop worrying. We will go. He will be found. And we will bring him back..."