In the middle of the night, a few drunks were lying around the camp. Milo pretended to be asleep as he leaned against the wheels of a carriage.
No one was moving around anymore. Milo opened his eyes slightly and observed everyone before mentally noting those who were drunk.
If it were as he had deduced, that this trade caravan was likely made up of many soldiers from the Berkeley family, it would absolutely be impossible they would get drunk while on duty. Therefore, the drunks could be ruled out first.
But after a round of observation, Milo was surprised to discover there were probably even fewer uninvolved people in the trade caravan than he had imagined.
Milo was a little surprised.
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