Turning his head, Rajel spat out a raisin – he hated those things – and then chewed the rest of his meal bar. “Pointless,” he muttered. “Absolutely pointless.”
He let himself fall off the branch and then caught it with one hand, dangling about ten feet off the ground. Better to avoid using Bent Gravity for now. Having slowed his descent, he released the branch and landed behind the two sentries.
“What the?”
One of them spun around and gave a start when he noticed Rajel. “Sir,” he said after he had recovered his wits. “I didn’t see you there.”
Rajel offered a salute – two fingers raised to his eyebrow, a quick flick of his wrist – then turned his back on them and marched away.
The clearing was all but empty. A ring of soldiers stood on the outskirts, watching for any sign of an attack,
