Golver's burning defiant spirit slowly dissipated as he continued to walk towards the main tent of the tribe.
Gradually his steps came to a standstill as he turned to the side and noticed Lumien looking at him with a shocked expression as well, "Why is it so quiet?"
"...I was just about to ask that, Senior,"
This was the oddity that had made them stop in their tracks. Even though it was almost midnight, there would still be some cheerful folks that could be seen roaming here and there.
Other than that, they had noticed no guards, neither warriors nor mages, on patrol during this time.
It should've been impossible with the security measures Hans himself had suggested him to put up. How could they let their backs open when the other two tribes were literally resting within their backyard?
Golver shook unnecessary thoughts out of his head, his frown slowly easing, and started walking again.
