It had been a few days since they left the ship. Their journey through the rivers had been calm with little to no trouble. In fact, Liarra would have been bored by it all if she hadn’t too busy imagining herself falling in and drowning nearly the entire time. Everyone could see how pale and terrified she had been every time she had to stand too close to the railings. The other mercenaries had even gotten as far as mocking her and jokingly threaten to toss her overboard.
Unfortunately, once they got on land, the speed of their traveling slowed down considerably. The caravans were moving in a sluggish pace, but she supposed it made sense with all the things Rylon brought with him. Still, this was one of her better jobs overall. Most of the men she were gentlemanly, but unsurprisingly some of them were also quite handsy. Nothing she had never dealt with before. A little tough act and threats here and there had kept most of them at bay, as always.
Everything was going so well that Liarra almost wished that some trouble would befall them.
Soon, her wish was granted.
“Hey, girly! It’s your turn!” a gravelly voice snapped her out of the warm embrace of sleep. Harding, the big burly man with thick beard, was already standing over her. He nudged her with the tip of his boots to rouse her again. “Come on! I want my sleep! Don’t think I am letting you slack off.”
“Fine, fine,” Liarra muttered as she stood up. The fog of sleep still clouded her mind, but the Naer walked towards the perimeter of the camp anyway. Her body certainly ached from sleeping against a tree, but she had little choice – the young woman didn’t want to sleep near all the other mercenaries.
As she walked toward her post near Rylon’s tent, Liarra let herself glance up the starry sky. It was a quiet, beautiful night. As always. There hadn’t been any trouble so far and with any luck, she might get to Sirothelle without a scratch.
Kyeran was already patrolling near the carriages that held the merchant’s wares, she noticed. Unlike her, he looked like he didn’t lose any sleep. His golden eyes were alert and his back was erect – like a soldier. He tensed when he heard the noises she made, but immediately relaxed when he recognized her. With a nod, the Aukarian turned his gaze back at the woods surrounding them.
Fortunately for her, her companion’s post was not far from hers. It meant she didn’t have to spend the entirety of her watch in boring silence. “Excited to finally go home?”
“No.” Most people would have been driven away by his snappish tone, but she had been living with Kyeran for arcs. When he noticed she was still standing there, the young man gave her an exasperated look. “Aren’t you suppose to guard the boss’s tent?”
Liarra glanced back at the tent and then shrugged. “He will be fine for a few more bits. No one’s going to jump in and kill him.”