Theirn nodded and wiped his eyes before he peeked around the entrance to the bridge. He pointed down to the bottom where the other two guards had taken up their positions. “How can we get down there without them seeing us?”
Castien thought about that for a moment. Then he went to one of the dead guards and picked up what he needed. He came back to show it to Theirn then let him know he was to run as fast as possible down to the guards the moment it hit. Theirn understood and stood poised to move. Castien hurled the knife with a prayer it would strike where he wanted it to. It did. The guard grabbed at his back trying to pull it free. His companion twirled around to look up at Castien in surprise. Castien was on him before he could shout out, while Theirn raced to the wounded one and stabbed him in the throat as Castien had taught him.