Horizon of Darkness

- Three meters isn't that much, it's easy to shorten, - the warrior placed his hand on the axe. - But we won't get any money for free, whatever they offer us here. And sticking our necks out without a plan will ultimately cause more harm than good. Besides, who knows if these peasants can even measure meters.
Leaning over the map, Zeikin traced a path with his finger.
- If he ran this way, then he either lives in the mountains or something. And he probably already destroyed the sawmill, the scoundrel. We could search around, but I feel like it would be a waste of time. We need to go up, maybe we'll run into someone from the authorities, and we can team up with them. Maybe Nikta will sniff something out. What do you think, kid? - he asked.

- Looking at the map, we could assume he's near this campfire, but I doubt a cyclops drew the map and marked his location, so he could be anywhere, but most likely near the cave. As for this fire, I don't understand what it means. Maybe we should ask those peasants?