James waited until someone came inside the tent with their food, the moment they had, he struck them upside the head with his half eaten bowl.
"Take any weapons off them." James commanded, peeking out the crack of the tent.
Strelitzia didn't have to look too hard. The people in the village hardly wore any clothes. She patted down the sides of their waist cloth, finding nothing but a small bone-handled knife. "I don't think we'll find much on them."
The rustling of leaves sounded and James pulled her behind a large shelf someone had inside the tent. The space was small, and he cupped his hand over her mouth. They were close enough that he could see the lines in her irises. "Shh. Let's hope they don't come inside and find that body." He whispered.
