On the other side, Berg no longer had his usual "old fox" ease and composure.
His expression and actions showed obvious anxiety.
He clutched his longbow tightly to his chest, his legs jittering with anxiety, his gaze occasionally darting to the dark thickets around the camp.
It was as if he was obsessive-compulsive, worried that even after checking many times, some trap hadn't been set properly, and what if the gnolls slipped through the gap?
He stood up, intending to check once more, but the vague outlines of the bushes in the dark deterred him.
Xia Nan glanced at him and shook his head almost imperceptibly.
Then he looked away.
The night was long, and though it was a night watch, no one could just stare blankly at the campfire for most of the night.
One had to find something to do.
...
...
"Bang, bang, bang."
The thudding footsteps echoed from overhead, faint light seeped through the cracks of the cellar door, illuminating the floating dust in the air.
