Garen looked around at his group of mercenaries. They were still eating, scattered on the ground near their tents. He had lied to his boss, saying he was going for a walk.
Ardeth did not think much about it. His other men had done the same. He told Garen to be cautious. If he got attacked, he should run back immediately. If he could not run, he should make sure that even if he was robbed, he came back with his life.
But none of them were too concerned. The troublemakers were either resting or still deciding how to handle the strictness of the Morvath family.
Garen walked away as if he was just passing through the scattered mini-camps. He moved slowly. He nodded at a few people. He stopped once to look at a group playing cards. When he was far enough, he ducked behind a large rock and changed his outer clothes. He pulled a different jacket over his shoulders and wrapped a dirty cloth around his neck.
Then he doubled back toward the Morvath family camp.
