Draven
The runner wanted to go uphill.
Draven could see it in his feet before the question came.
Cedric had stepped away from the first cart. There was an open stretch behind him, just wide enough to invite pursuit and too narrow for the shield carrier to follow quickly.
"I can get around him."
"Stay below the turn."
The runner obeyed, but his eyes remained on Cedric.
Draven pointed at the second cart.
"What stops that if you leave?"
Valeria was pushing it toward the upper bend. Elara walked beside the outside wheel. Neither looked at the runner.
They had no reason to.
"I can come back," he said.
"After they pass you."
The runner looked at the distance again.
This time, he stayed because he understood it.
His weight came back from the front foot. The movement was small, but Draven could see the difference between waiting for another order and abandoning a bad approach.
The runner looked at Valeria's cart again before checking Cedric.
Better.
