His movements were almost mechanical, his boots finding the damp grass sections to avoid leaving deep thuds in the black sludge.
He circled the entire settlement carefully, noting every single tactical important point.
He didn't go too deep to avoid getting discovered by their Layer 4 leaders, as he knew that, at layer 4, real qualitative changes started to happen, so he didn't want to take any risk.
After roaming around, he located the places where the Layer 3 Zeriths were sleeping; he mapped out the three large storage structures on the eastern edge where the extra jars of beast-fat, dried pitch, and reserve bone-spears were stacked carefully.
He tracked the narrow, rocky escape routes leading toward the northern ravines… the exact paths the stalkers would naturally run toward once the fires started.
He noted everything, storing the spatial layout in his mind like a modern military chart.
Ten minutes later, the ferns near Jargon's position rustled softly.
