Halt!
The caravans stopped, and the slender man moved his horse to the left corner of the road.
And like so, they branched into the woods, leaving the path.
The trees were spread more openly in these regions, allowing the caravans to move in zig-zag manners about the scene.
--Silence--
Apart from the clanging of the caravans, the huffing sounds from the horses, and the nightly sounds from nature, the scene was quiet, with no one daring to speak.
And in the caravans, a few women were still shifting their tears away, some gloating, some seemingly tired and asleep from crying their eyes out, and of course, a few focused on other important aspects.
In the caravans, the imposters squint their eyes at the tent covering their caged caravan, inwardly making calculations.
'Roughly 11 minutes since we diverted from the path. The horses are suddenly slowing down, meaning we should be close, or there's some obstacle we must pass carefully.'
