Chapter 208: Clearing the plains
"Do you think he was lying?" Moira asked as she looked from the wall across the plains to the distant hills. "It has to have been nearly an hour!"
She narrowed her eyes, trying to see anything in the hills. Her card gave her slightly enhanced eyesight, which was the reason she was usually atop here to scout for trouble and was granted one of the few functional bows. Over the years, she'd learned to trust it, but now she hoped it was wrong and that she just couldn't see the help as it came.
"How should I know," a dull voice muttered from the ground beside her, where Eemlin sat with his legs dangling down the wall. He was old, probably over fifty, but his yellow eyes allowed him to see even better in the dark than her. "Shouldn't you be laying low? You've already pissed off Crais a lot…"
Moira took a quick look at the tent area, noticing Crais stomp around, glaring and cursing. She quickly sank to her haunches and grimaced as her vision turned blurry from the sudden movement.
A quick look showed the hills were still quiet.
Come on, please don't be some liar, she thought as she pictured the bearded man with the haunting silver eyes.
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"It's about time we go," Irwin said.
He, Greldo, and Basil stood on the top of the ridge. From where they stood, they couldn't see the plains as it was blocked by a large, jagged peak the size of a castle. A good thing because that meant nobody could see them either. Dozens of carded stoneshapers, looking weary from the insane amount of work they had been asked to do over the last few weeks, were working on widening the staircase that led down.
"We've got this, but are you sure you two will be alright out there?" Basil asked as he gazed at the rough landscape around them.
"Don't worry about us," Greldo said as he looked at the rangers that stood on the edge.
"Alright, I'll stay," Basil said. "As soon as you clear this area, we will head to the foothills."