"That's why, at the last minute, we'll make a detour. We won't go through the hills, even if it means delaying our journey by a day." he replied lightly.
Aveline was slightly surprised, but simply nodded in response.
It wasn't her job to define the route.
The walk went smoothly and the days passed without incident.
Each evening, the group set up camp out of sight, using groves or natural folds in the terrain to mask their presence.
By the campfires, conversations were fairly quiet.
When they were out in nature, everyone was careful not to make too much noise and to remain vigilant.
Maxime and Aveline were in the background at the time.
"They don't seem to be afraid..." murmured Aveline.
Maxime shrugged.
"Afraid of what?"
"Fear of being ambushed and having to fight," Aveline replied immediately.
"Those who let themselves be overcome by fear can't have a long career as a mercenary." commented Maxime lightly.
