"Mmh." A Templar looked across the river in confusion. He was one of the few left on guard duty." Do you see that?" Talking to the other man, he focused his tired eyes and shook his head.
"It's nothing." Not seeing anyone approach, the man brushed it off and leaned against his sword again.
"No. The camp. It looks active." Looking at his partner, he slapped the man's shoulder, "Don't lean on your weapon."
Rolling his eyes and sighing, the Templar stood up straight and sheathed his blade. He watched the Ammary camp. After half a minute, he focused even more intently. "They're moving?" He didn't understand. Maybe they're repairing the damage from the raid."
"Maybe. But it's too active." The man sighed, "I will keep watch for a while, mayb.... " The sound of ripping air cut his sentence short. The other Templar looked over and saw his comrade's wide, shocked eyes, as he clutched his chest, his fingers curling around an arrow.
