Luthra lay on his stomach, looking down at the Gorgon Mines. It wasn't a mine. It was a fortress of black stone and timber walls. Guards moved in tight, disciplined patrols. Archers stood watch on every tower, their eyes scanning the wastes below. The main gate was a reinforced choke point, a perfect kill box.
'This is a military base. Going in now is suicide.'
Rebecca crawled up beside him, her chin resting on her hands. "So? We just sneak in at night?"
"They have watchers with enchanted scopes. We'd be spotted a hundred yards out."
"Then we fight our way in?"
"And get turned into pincushions by a hundred archers? No."
He watched the guards change shifts. No weaknesses. 'We're exhausted. They're on high alert. This is a death trap.'
"We're pulling back."
"What? We just got here!"
"We rest. We come back tomorrow with a better plan."
"You said you didn't have a plan!"
"I'll make one while we rest."
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