They camped on an open plain, a place where the horizon offered no hiding spots for the mercenaries, forming a defensive circle with the wagons that resembled a war barricade.
Kai was sitting on the driver's seat of the first wagon, hands interlaced and eyes lost in the embers, when Allice appeared at his side and sat down carefully.
Shortly after, Thorne approached, dragging his feet from exhaustion, and Mira sat across from them, cleaning and tending to her compound bow.
"It wasn't a coincidence, Kai," Allice said, breaking the silence. "I've been thinking about the timing."
"The mercenaries started pushing the rocks exactly three seconds after the last wagon in the rear entered the blind spot of the curve. Not before, not after."
"They could have had a lookout at the entrance," Thorne commented, though his tone was skeptical as he massaged his shoulder, still sore from the effort of holding the wagon at the precipice.
