Inside the cave.
''My head…'' Kornwell muttered in obvious pain as he held his aching jaw. It felt like he got kicked in the jaw by a footballer.
''Oh, he is awake.'' Then, he heard a calming voice echoing across the granite walls.
Arthur and the four men sat around the proper campfire built with sticks. The fire burned intensely, and a delicious meat scent wafted towards Kornwell's nose.
This time, Arthur kept his flaming sword hidden. The previous experience proved that he shouldn't let his guard down, even if their location seemed secure.
Kornwell's eyes slammed open, and he saw the five strong-looking guys; their shadows stretched across the granite walls, making them look taller in his eyes.
He immediately moved his hands across his waist. Then, he realized that both his sheaths and daggers were gone.
