“It’s been seven days.” Rastaban stared into the flames and spun his dagger idly on one fingertip. “Seven days since the scouts have gone out. Where are they?”
“There’s every possibility they were spotted and killed,” Khouri said, voice low.
Rastaban took a deep breath. “Shanka wouldn’t just kill them - she’d send one back to taunt me.”
Rhajj blinked, surprised, but Khouri hummed thoughtfully. “You’re right,” he said. “What now?”
“We mobilize,” Rastaban said. “The men won’t be patient much longer.”
“Maybe a little longer,” Rhajj said.
Rastaban lifted his head. “What makes you say that?”
“The scouts. They’re back.”
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