Veyla stared at him for a while. "You're sure about this, Riven? If we eventually get ambushed, there isn't turning back," she said straight to his face.
"I know, Veyla. Just trust me on this. Please," he said with a low voice.
Amon stood at the far end, waiting for them to finish preparing for the trip.
Riven turned to Amon and walked up to him. "Veyla still doesn't trust you, and neither have I. I'm going to be watching your movements, and if you do anything funny, then that'll be the end of you."
Amon felt slightly uneasy at his threat but kept his cool. "Fine by me."
Riven nodded, then turned to Veyla. "Is there anything we need to pack up before we head out?"
Veyla checked her body for anything she might need, then turned back to him. "I'm all good. What about you?"
"I don't carry any items apart from the things in my pouch and the sword," he responded, then turned back to Amon. "We're good to go."
