The Ravagers rode in silence, Ceto leading the way. They had successfully crossed the husk highway, and were making good time towards the Oddgrove. Finally Bob rode up to Ceto, the ravager had clearly been stewing since the journey began.
“Why the hell are we out here Ceto? We should’ve taken our chance when we had it!”
“It was not the right time,” Ceto rescinded in a cool and measured tone. “There were too many variables. The reaction of the strangers was too much of an unknown.”
“Seemed pretty straightforward to me,” Bob huffed. “They seemed to figure out that I had planted the necklace but the didn’t care. They probably would have supported you.”
“You jump too quickly to conclusions.” Ceto’s patience with his comrades' incessant questioning was wearing thin. “This task gives us the opportunity to let tensions rise naturally, that way we will not be suspected when we return.”
They rode in silence for a while before Bob finally asked, “Have you heard from Father?”
Ceto’s eyes flashed and Bob quailed at his sudden display of unbridled rage.
“If you open your mouth again they will never find your husk, understand?”
Bob nodded.
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