They found a spot along the side of the road where the grass was flattened from previous travelers. It wasn't much. Just a patch of earth with a few fallen logs scattered around that could serve as seats. But it was theirs for now, and that would have to be enough.
Geor set down the wrapped spear with a grunt of relief, flexing his fingers to work out the stiffness. Obed lowered himself onto one of the logs, his broken arm held carefully against his chest. Lucy remained standing for a moment, surveying the area with practiced caution before finally settling down as well.
Nero watched as Aisha began pulling items from their packs, organizing what little supplies they had left. The waterskins were nearly empty. Their food was down to some dried meat and stale bread. Three days of hard travel had depleted what was left of their meager resources faster than expected.
And now, somehow, they would have to survive with only this much food.
Nero's brows trembled.
