After two hours seated on a tree's branch, his eyes sparkled as the wind carried the noise of horses' hooves colliding with the ground into his ears. The rhythmical spinning of the carts' wheels they towed followed until he saw the first humans approaching his position.
Armored and carrying spears, their eyes darted to scan the surroundings for potential bandits' or beasts' attacks.
Then, he watched their relieved exhale when the caravan leader emerged from his carriage.
The man raised his fist and commanded something that caused them to stop.
A second later, the specialists, farmers, and eager teenagers he had recruited last week rushed out of the transportation they had shared for many days and breathed in the nearby plain's fresh air.
He patiently waited as they gathered his grains and cattle, then chuckled, imagining their crooked expressions after they saw him without his helmet.
