"Wait a moment,"
the Martial Monk said to everyone. Lancelot widened his eyes curiously, eager to see how the scout across the river would respond to them, especially at such a great distance. However, the Human Knight couldn't make out any signs, even with his vision enhanced by True Yuan; he detected nothing unusual.
He looked at Hobinson, puzzled, only to find the other man lounging against a nearby stone wall. Lancelot was baffled; he was quite certain that the Martial Monk couldn't possibly possess better vision than his, nor did he feel any magical effects in play on the other man.
Lancelot realized he might have completely misunderstood the situation, as the Martial Monk didn't seem to be focusing on anything outside at all. After waiting for about five minutes, Hobinson turned the winch again, allowing the beam of light to sweep slowly across the dark riverbank. This time, the Martial Monk was visibly more concentrated, carefully observing the places swept by the light.
