Kao held his breath and continued to observe for nearly half an hour.
His sharp eyes, like those of an eagle, repeatedly swept over the seemingly disordered mining site below, not missing a single detail.
The warriors from the Stone Hammer Tribe behind Oraque appeared to be loosely seated around the mine, some organizing their weapons, some gnawing on dry rations, others resting against the rocks as if it were just an ordinary border provocation.
But Kao noticed that all their leather armor straps were tightly bound, not one of them loosened.
All their weapons were held in their hands, blades facing outward.
These people were not here to steal the mine, they were waiting for prey to take the bait.
Kao's gaze crossed the mine, settling on the withered yellow bushes on the opposite bank of the Boundary River.
