[center][i]9:42 PM[/i]
Baeshri Pass, On route to the southern Trading route[/center]

	Zay looked like he was about to pass out. Several dragonflies had turned him into a perch against his will, lining both of his arms and the full breadth of his hair. There were even a few of the little creatures crawling up and down his back, and nestled on the edges of his shoes. If he made one wrong move, a few [i]crunches[/i] were sure to follow. Captain Copp turned his head carefully towards Pyra, careful not to disturb his visitors that he'd so [i]vigilantly [/i]tried to shake off throughout the evening.

	"Nothing important," He mumbled, "We've reached Baeshri pass and should be back on course within a few hours." The rugged fields thoughout Baeshri hills were much more uneven along the pass. There was a massive trench that ducked at least 20 feet down into a pit of jagged rocks on the edge of the road. Opposite to that however, a forest of trees hugged the edge of the pass. They were getting thicker as they proceeded, to the point that it was becoming impossible to see past the first few rows. But there were very few bushes or foliage, and the tops of the trees were not nearly as thick with leaves as those found around Arcadia. If they weren't so tightly packed together, one might've been able to see the sky clearly from underneath their branches. "I could use a nap. Do me a favor and spook this little bastards. I've been leaning against the railing like this for nearly an [i]hour[/i] now." He turned his head slowly towards Lyullia. "You may want to get some rest soon too. Marilyn's going to need to stop by 3 AM, we'll need several people fully away until morning."

	Back inside the cart's common area, Noru had already put himself to sleep in his bunk. Neale also looked like he was fast asleep, but it was hard to tell with his body turned towards the Caravan wall. Marilyn was starting to get a little dazed as well, but she maintained her focus perfectly.

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[i]Around that same time, 9:50 PM[/i]
Baeshri Pass, A couple of kilometers ahead of Centaurus[/center]

	Several Myti were gathered together on top of a massive rock that jutted out of the hills, overlooking the pass like a leaning tower of sorts. It was large enough to conceal their bodies from anything passing below unless they peered off the edge, and wide enough to block the moonlight from above almost completely. At least 20 yards of almost sheer darkness rested underneath it, hiding two more Myti near the base of the stone where the trench was shallowest. The forest opposite to the makeshift cliff held a couple more lingering assassins, both of whom had taken cover in the treetops. They wore cloaks that changed color and didn't move an inch. In total, their combined forces numbered [i]seven[/i]. What each might've been capable of was another story entirely.

	Sasha opened her mouth slightly and sniffed the air. They were downwind from their target, and had plenty of time to prepare for Centaurus' arrival. From where she stood atop the massive stone spike, the makings of their target were starting to become visible on the edge of the horizon. Clutching a Psy-Stone in her hand, the Myti alerted her squad to their arrival.

	One of the members climbed up from the trench and placed something in the dirt. A small black stone with green veins of Mana flowing across it like webbing. She methodically buried it in the dirt, so that only the keenest eye would notice her handiwork. It was positioned just outside of the stone spike's shadow, and further concealed by the natural darkness of the late evening.

	The Myti in the trees pulled something out of their cloaks and readied themselves, aiming directly into the darkness with one hand nestled next to each of their cheekbones. They closed an eye, each focusing predominantly on a [i]specific[/i] spot, a few yards ahead of where the rock was buried.

	Those above drew their weapons one by one. Daggers, a short sword, and two clawed gauntlets, all while abandoning their cloaks and crouching low to the ground. The very last woman in their squad remained concealed by the based of the giant spike, while her partner ran back to her side and placed one hand on Myti's shoulder.

	"[i]All set,"[/i] Sasha's voice blared through the squad's minds like a confident siren, [i]"Be ready for anything, sisters. Do not let Ria's death be in vain."[/i]