Chapter Nine
Searon watched the camp from the top of a hill, his worn helm pressed between his elbow and chest. A slight breeze brushed against him coming from the camp. He was glad the wind wasn’t blowing the other direction. He didn’t want his scent traveling down into the camp where hundreds of women patrolled, making it well guarded. He studied their actions for an hour but didn’t see an opening in their patrols. Searon was impressed with their discipline.
“They are well organized,” Sh’on said from behind him.
Searon nodded. “I wish we could learn more about them. Who they are, how many there are, and if this is their only camp. But sadly, our prisoner won’t talk.” Searon patted the shoulder of a woman wearing brown leather armor who was bound and gagged on the ground in front of hi
