Without the watchful eyes of the Boulder Triplets, the sharp ledge’s underside provided a unique hiding place for unwanted visitors who needed to remain anonymous. As the wind from above whipped violently around the precipice, it brushed past the camouflaged soldier crouched below. The warm gush of air sent an odd shiver down the soldier’s back as it ominously whistled through the rocks like a warning bell to stay hidden. Huddled in the rocks, his eyes strained through the darkness, waiting to catch a glimpse of her. He had followed his leader’s commands to the letter but he did not expect his contact to be so late. His patience was growing thin and he decided to give her five more minutes before reporting back to the princes. It was not his fault she had failed her part of the mission. Surely the princes would understand that. But, being understanding was not one of their virtues so, on second thought, perhaps the soldier should extend his wait to ten minutes.
