Garrick was no fool of a man; he had been a mercenary long enough to be skilled in what he did. Once he gave a few orders, they began shifting around the camp without making it too obvious.
Darron did the same with the merchants.
He moved from person to person with a calm expression, saying something in a hushed tone. The merchants closest to the edges began drifting toward the center, while those already sitting near the wagons stayed low.
Belle was confused about what was happening, but one of the merchants pulled her over to the center in the form of conversation to make it look more natural.
Morena returned to her own horse and loosened the sword at her side.
"Kinger, things are going to get a bit tricky. You know what to do, right?"
Over the last few days, Morena had taken to calling her horse Kinger; he liked it very much, and he was much smarter than the average horse. Hearing her words, his eyes flared, and he huffed out of his nose.
"Good boy."
