Argo watched idly as Eida ran off into the woods, carrying with her rations, stolen.
His face unknowingly relaxed.
It was almost amusing, that she was trying to escape into the dark forest, in the middle of the night, alone.
No weapon.
No guide.
His eyes turned.
This would be an issue, that would resolve itself, the shadows provided for her, already tailing.
The scent of corpse rot slowly sank the area in it's revolting stench.
If it were a flower, surely, it's only use would be as a threat.
His operatives had already begun cleaning the rest of the camp.
The carriages had been arranged in a large circle around the open central area, the body of each carriage pushed up right against the woods, almost creating a makeshift wall, that wrapped around the whole camp.
Everyone had already gone to sleep, save for a select few.
By daylight, not even scraps will remain. Bandits or beasts. People disappear all the time.
