Tension was high during the trip across the hills. The Vanguard could no longer afford to make even the slightest error because of their increasing awareness of their movements. Their nerves pricked at the sound of faraway wind or the rustle of leaves. They had hit the eastern outpost hard, but there would be strong vengeance.
By daybreak, the company arrived at a remote cavern concealed by a bramble forest. They were somewhat relieved from the unrelenting march by the natural shelter. Ever the thinker, Anya unfolded her map and started determining their next move.
Her voice was low as she whispered, "This cave won't keep us safe for long." "No matter how cautious we are, the Vanguard will be looking, and we're leaving tracks."
Kael looked up as he carefully sharpened his blade. Before they can reorganise, we must strike them once more. Keep them off-balance.
Lyra sat on a rock close to the cave's entrance and looked out over the horizon. We cannot simply continue to attack outposts.
