"You hear that? Come on. Get moving. We'll see what it is."
"Dammit, who's creeping about in the dark like that?"
Fay heard the guards below, their voices carrying up the slope in short uneasy bursts.
The camp had ears. Too many. She pressed herself flat for a breath, listening for footfalls, counting the pauses between words.
She needed cover. A few shrubs clung to the rock nearby, miserable things that had learned to live on little.
Fay flicked her whip. The lash bit through branches with quick clean cuts. Leaves and twigs fell into her hands.
She wove them together around her shoulders and back until she wore a rough suit of green and shadow.
She did not stay in one spot. Stillness got noticed.
She moved at once, low and quick, heading for the most guarded place in the camp.
The one with the most patrol passes. The one with the most light and the heaviest silence around it.
If the bandit leader was here, it would be there. Sangno.
