The Slave Caravan (1)

The hours dragged on…

The sun began to grow lower and was beginning to cast a reddish-orange glow in the horizon to announce the start of evening and only then did the group of three hear the sounds of wheels turning and dragging across the rocky floor of the path below. 

"They're here," Henry said quietly, and 'Cudgel' was immediately in his hand. 

"Masks on," he said as he pulled his mask from his Inventory and put it on. The Mask covered the entirety of his face with holes cut in for the eyes. Having tested it already, Henry knew his aiming would not be impacted. 

Andor pulled his Mask on as well and went even lower in precaution with his hand clenching as though he was itching to pull his weapon out of his storage bracelet. 

Henry pointed 'Cudgel' down into the ridge and looked down the barrel to aim just as the caravan pulled even more into view.