‘That way,’ he said, pointing off to the northern end of the camp.
‘Ok, we’ll keep in cover if we can,’ Eleusia said, drawing them all closer. ‘If we have to pass near or through any groups, act natural.’
As she led them off the way Torben indicated, Egberht tugged at Gwilym’s sleeve.
‘What does she mean, act natural?’
‘It means try not to look like you’re about to soil your breeches in fear,’ Gwilym smiled through the night at the terrified gnome. ‘Don’t worry, stick with me and you’ll be fine.’
They moved as stealthily through the camp as they were able, pausing periodically to allow Torben to re-evaluate where they should be heading. To keep the courses he set, there were several times where they had to skirt past groups of Sharisian soldiers and mercenaries resting from the day’s
