They simply played along, allowing their Priestess to maintain her excuse while silently trusting that she would explain herself when the time was right.
The moment the guard saw that the female Tigrens genuinely appeared exhausted, their shoulders slumped and their expressions weary, the crease between his brows gradually eased.
He hesitated for a moment before finally turning around and heading back toward the rest of his group, who had also stopped a short distance away to wait for him.
The moment he was far enough away, the Tigrens turned toward their Priestess.
One by one, questioning gazes settled on her.
They still didn't understand what had prompted her sudden request to stop. As far as they were concerned, the journey had been tiring but manageable, and nothing obvious had happened to warrant such caution.
The Priestess understood their confusion, as aside from the route being questionable, nothing had happened yet.
