"No!" Logan protested, his voice sharp with urgency. "The rebels only recruit from here—I don't know where their bases are!"
Agilus paused, his suspicions momentarily silenced. A slow and weary sigh escaped him. If this wasn't a rebel hideout, at least they had a place to breathe, if only for a night.
They stepped into a clearing bathed in the fading glow of afternoon. At its center stood a humble thatched hut, no larger than twenty square meters, its walls made of woven bamboo and palm fronds weathered by years of sun and rain. A makeshift fence of crooked wooden stakes surrounded the property, their bases tangled with curling spinach vines whose broad green leaves shimmered in the soft light.
