A few minutes later, the caravan had arrived at the narrow valley entrance.
Finn, the most experienced in the guard team, sensed something amiss. He suddenly raised his hand, and the sharp whistle of warning cut through the valley's silence: "Careful! Gray Rock Hyenas on the left hillside ahead! Prepare for battle!"
He evidently possessed a special perception ability, though its range and sensitivity were less than that of the Eye of Darkness. Yet at such close range, he could still detect the aura fluctuations of those lurking demons.
The caravan fell into brief chaos, with drivers hastily pulling on the reins and handlers frantically seeking cover or picking up their clubs.
Hawke, who was relatively calm, had seen such scenes many times over his years of trade journeys. He shouted, "Guard team! Move up! Protect the goods and animals!"
