Still, Saig found herself casting a long uneasy look behind her, though she couldn’t see anything past all the trees. Something felt off. More people than she expected, less cautious than she imagined? They were just bandits.
Maybe there were enough of them that they could attack a vessel on the water. So what? They’d have numbers, but they wouldn’t have skill. Her age-mates might not be ready to take them on, but the experienced warriors could. So why was she still worried about the footprints, about the cloth?
Why did she feel like she had no idea what was going on? Most importantly, why wasn’t that sense of insecurity going away, now that her age-mates were leaving? With the information they’d discovered today, the older generation would be able to handle this. She knew that. And stil
