Chapter 239: The Ambush
As the hours passed, the sun began its descent towards the western horizon. Brone and his men had long left the woods and now found themselves in a hilly and steep area. Mikhal, the Bargesian leader’s assistant, approached him with the news.
"My lord, we have found a nearby cave suitable for our stay tonight. What do you say?" Mikhal inquired, having sent two of his men ahead to assess the area for safety and appropriateness.
Brone considered the suggestion and nodded in agreement.
"Let’s call it a day. It will soon be dark, and continuing our journey in these conditions would not be wise. We will resume our travels first thing in the morning," he commanded, signalling to the rest of his men.
Following Brone’s order, the weary group dismounted from their horses and began preparing for the night. Some of them ventured into the surroundings, collecting firewood, while others retrieved supplies from their packs.
Pausing momentarily, Brone gazed up at the sky, observing the fading light. He then turned his attention to his surroundings as if assessing the security of their temporary haven in the cave.
"What is it, my lord?" Mikhal inquired, noticing the brooding expression on the Bargesian leader’s face, which seemed out of the ordinary.
"I’m not entirely sure... Something just feels a bit off, as if we’re being watched," he replied slowly. "Are you certain that no one is tailing us?"
Mikhal’s confidence radiated as he reassured his leader, "Absolutely! We dealt with the spies thoroughly and left no trace behind. There is no way anyone could follow our trail."
"Good," Brone nodded with a hint of relief. "Prepare some food and a resting place for me."
"Yes, my lord!" Mikhal acknowledged, swiftly joining the other Bargesians in making arrangements to ensure their leader’s comfort.