EIGHT
TREI SHIFTED FROM FOOT to foot to keep stiffness from settling in, rubbing his hands together to ward off the chill. He was on sentry duty. He hated sentry duty. All that standing around and waiting, possibly for nothing.
But someone had to keep watch. Because these invaders weren’t satisfied with driving his people from their homes for no apparent reason. No, they continued hunting down Trei’s people. Running Water’s denizens had retreated, but they were still pursued and killed.
A few of the group Trei had escaped with had been assassinated before they realized what was happening. It was nonsensical. Why would the enemy keep going after them, outside of their newly won fortifications?
Trei didn’t know. All he knew was that it was happening, and they needed to guard against it.
