The thick hemp ropes violently bit into my bruised shoulders with every step I took out of the dense forest as I dragged the massive, whole carcasses of the boars and stags onto the main dirt path leading into the basin, fighting the burning exhaustion in my legs despite the Ice Reinforcement.
After all, I couldn't just pull these out of the inventory right in front of everyone.
The sky above the Hollow Cinder Mine was already bleeding into a dark orange.
I stopped right at the perimeter, keeping my head low and letting my eyes sweep the area.
The camp was going into full lockdown mode. Dwarven miners were scrambling around, hauling crates and yelling orders.
While Garek and his Iron Vanguard squad weren't anywhere near the entrance.
They were all the way at the back of the basin, standing right at the base of the mountain as they helped the miners heave the massive, reinforced blast doors of the actual mine shut for the night.
He was distracted.
