Arin realized there had been a mistake in the calculation. He rushed toward where the rest of the caravan was. Upon reaching the spot, he saw that everyone was already mounted on their horses, ready to set out for their destination.
"Ragna!" Arin shouted, "These corpses, they..."
"Don't belong to Enclave?" Ragna finished his sentence.
"You knew?" Arin asked.
"Yeah!" she replied, "The way everyone hyped Enclave up, there was no way they would pull such cheap tricks or send fools for the task!"
Arin nodded in agreement.
"But how did ya find out?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.
"Tattoo!" Arin replied.
Ragna, still on horseback, used her hammer to bare the chest of one of the corpses lying at her horse's feet—it revealed a tattoo of a snake wrapping around a dagger/
She paused for a moment, contemplating, then instructed the guards to load a few corpses onto the cart, especially the mage's body.
