No sooner than both were inside the small cave did it start pouring. Wang Jingyuan dragged the man all the way inside and had him lay down flat by the stone wall, carefully arranging his arms and legs straight. She placed the sword next to him. Then she stood there and pondered what to do next.
Both of their clothes were soaked through with the cold rain. She might be okay, but this man was going to get hypothermia. If only she could get a fire going…
Her eyes landed on two drawstring pouches on the man's belt, which had been concealed earlier by his robe. She bent down and opened one. Inside, she found a piece of flint, some metal throwing darts, and a small handful of silver coins. The other pouch contained three ceramic vials with different colored stoppers.
