50.3 Berserk

The rustling of the leaves filled the silence between the three of us as we deliberated our opinions on our current predicament. Anna had taken to leaning on a nearby tree with her eyes closed while Mathilde had elected to sit on a tree stump, her bow placed on her lap as her hands ran through her arrows with a methodical pace. Meanwhile, I found myself pacing a few meters around the campfire like an agitated idiot, a hand on my chin as my mind just blanked out on any other available options. I mean, sure, we could sneak out in the middle of the afternoon and hope that there weren't any goons on our chosen path, but if we were gonna go full stealth, then we might as well wait for nightfall, right? But then we'd be wasting valuable time like what we're doing right now....

Fvck me... "You're sure there's still a contingent of guards out there, right?"