Darin sighs. "It's a damn tough life we live."
A sudden shout of surprise from inside the camp captures both of your attentions.
You're immediately in fight mode. A spike of adrenaline shoots through you.
You and Darin glance at each other and make eye contact. The look on his face is grim.
Distant hoofbeats, swiftly approaching. Cries of alarm. Your hand flies to your belt, searching for a sword that's no longer there.
Darin turns around and retrieves a discarded mace from deeper inside the cart, passing the weapon to you. You grip it tight. Darin draws his own blade.
The hoofbeats grow closer. The sound of steel on steel echoes through the camp. Men cry out in pain. Outside of your cart, you can only watch as men ready their own weapons and rush past you.
Darin and you bolt from the cart, joining the chaos.
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