Out of the three remaining archers of Squad One, Eraldo looked like the sort who would naturally fade into the background.
He shared the muscular upper frame and broad shoulders typical of those who spent their lives pulling heavy bows, but he was smaller in stature compared to his two hulking mates.
However, when it came to seizing the reins of the plot, Eraldo clearly possessed more nerve than his companions. Though he had appeared nervous and shifty under Hermi's prying questions back in the storehouse, today he looked remarkably deliberate.
His movements were cold and precise, as if he had authored this entire treachery himself, and was savoring the final chapter.
Behind the three of them, the knights thundered away, their heavy plate armor clashing as they disappeared into a rising cloud of dust. In a state of perfect calm, Eraldo and his two mates watched until the last of the riders vanished behind the rocky edge of the plateau.
