The ravine narrows to a dark seam between stone walls, wet with seepage and old moss. Jameson moves through it with the scout still close at hand, the man’s silence tight as a knot.
Ahead, a tribal warrior steps out from under an overhang, bow raised but not loosed. He sees the blood on Jameson’s clothes, then the terrified scout, and freezes instead of firing.
Tarin
So it is true. You walk alone with the camp’s fear at your side.
Jameson the tyranical
[Jameson says nothing.]
Scout
He is between two deaths, and neither man looks willing to blink first.
Tarin
Lower your blade hand, stranger. If you want me dead, do it clean. If you want answers, talk.
The scout swallows hard and shifts half a step toward Jameson, waiting for him to choose what this meeting becomes.
✓ Quest Accepted
Eliminate the last witness