Head whipping up from the illusory surface, he settled on his knees as e quickly surveyed both sides of the road. No one seemed have approached them yet, with nature carrying on as normal as the wind picked up speed.
Despite what Janesca said, he was personally of the belief that there were no brigands nearby. If there were, wouldn’t they have attacked already? It only made sense to initiate an attack when he was investigating the pit, not when he was starting to get his bearings. Anyone with a sense of strategy would have made sure to catch him in his initial surprise.
No, whoever built this probably only checked it every day or so. To look for valuables and finish off whatever unfortunate soul was still alive. Why else would this trap be on the road?