Vyrelda and Cerys were quick to take charge of setting up a secure perimeter around the campsite. Their movements were efficient, almost instinctive. Cerys scouted ahead, her keen eyes darting through the dense underbrush, while Vyrelda set up subtle markers around the boundaries, ensuring they would notice anything or anyone crossing the line. Meanwhile, Lira began unpacking the bedrolls and setting up the royal tent—a large, ornate structure that was a bit too obvious for the circumstances.
Mikhailis lounged near the campfire, arms behind his head, watching the tent being set up. He couldn't help but let a thought slip by.
Isn't this a bit too much? Seriously, why even try to disguise ourselves if we're hauling around a tent like that?
The richly embroidered fabric with royal insignias screamed anything but low profile. It was certainly a sight in the middle of the forest, as if they were setting up a small palace under the open sky.
