Zen jumped over the wall, landing soundlessly in the low grass. He waited for a moment, holding his sword close to his body to avoid causing unnecessary noise. When he was sure there was nobody nearby, he got up to his feet and followed the wall.
He walked for a couple of minutes in a straight line, avoiding bundles of fallen leaves and big bushes, and stepping on protruding roots and green grass instead. These quiet, dark places had become so familiar in the past few months that he could navigate them with his eyes closed.
Zender stopped, pressing himself to the nearest tree just a few seconds before the two guards appeared in his view. ‘Right on time,’ he thought, waiting patiently as they moved with slow, unhurried steps. Once they were far enough, he stepped from his hiding place and
