The next day, the group continued on their journey towards the Cheroque kingdom. They encountered caravans on the way, but they made sure not too sure their faces.
They wanted to have as little exposure as they could do that they would not be noticed by the commander.
The day was coming to a close as the sunset looked over their heads. It was bright orange and gave the surroundings a pixie dream-like existence.
"Do you think that the commander took our bait?" Miser asked as he was looking out over the sunset.
Darren shook his head. "No, it's unlikely. We only did that on the chance that he will hesitate a little bit. He's too smart not to notice our deception."
Miser bit his nails as he got anxious once more. What they were doing was a chance that even the gods could not guarantee.
