His feet and shoulders were sore and his side was starting to hurt from exhaustion but Crunch had no intention of spending another night in the tunnels so he forged on, leaning heavily on his makeshift walking stick.
He finally got to the last curve before the mouth of the tunnel and leaned heavily against the wall, breathing heavily.
If his calculations were accurate, there should be guards patrolling past the tunnel but there was a pattern to these movements.
He carefully peeked again, there was a small crevice where he could hide to properly calculate his next movements but he would have to hurry or he would get caught before he could even make good his escape.
The guards were marching alternatively but there's was a space of time where they would both be gone from the mouth of the cave.
They were dressed in traditional guard uniform made up of loose pants tucked in leather boots, a thick cotton robe to protect from the chafing that the heavy metal armor no doubt gave them.
