Saga had been aware of a fairly large party passing through the area, who seemed to be slowing down. Saga didn’t just have her own tribe keeping an eye on the area, but the Cano and the Lawu also held eyes on the border. A group this large couldn’t be trusted to move unchecked throughout the locks.
Saga had taken a horse and set out to meet the group, backed by a few of her fellow Chet’s. She met the group as they moved onwards, looking them over. Many of them were flagging and exhausted, far less of a threat than expected.
“Who leads?” Saga called over the sound of the rain, her face hidden deep within a black waxed hood.