Perilous as it was, Polona wasn't that frightening for a knight of Commander Lothian's caliber. The second time he went to Polona, he had done it all by himself. His confidence wasn't misplaced and he went forward without a worry.
His pace was quick and, while the route to the castle ruins was less known to him, there was never a time he planned to be vulnerable outside of having to bend over to fill his waterskin out of the few streams that went through Polona. He wasn't planning on sleeping after all.
The darkness of night took over the land and the commander's dark eyes turned even darker as his pupils dilated and adjusted to his environment. The moonlight that night was only a sliver's worth and there were occasional passing clouds.
At one point, he found a place to wedge himself into the rock so he could take a drink and have a piece of jerky. He knew that fueling himself for this journey would be important.
