Darion and Seren remained in the same concealed position overlooking Vrethka. They hadn't moved, their bodies pressed low against the elevated patch of forest floor, their eyes fixed on the distant settlement. The forest around them was dark and quiet, but Vrethka was anything but quiet.
Even at night, the settlement remained active. Torches flickered along the walls, their flames casting dancing shadows across the stone. Guards patrolled the battlements in regular patterns, their armor catching the light with each step.
Watchtowers remained occupied, dark figures visible against the glow of lanterns. Every so often, Darion could hear distant voices carried through the night air, low murmurs, sharp commands, the occasional laugh.
