Fyn followed two of the guards through the compound. He could feel the other two at his back, but he tried not to let them divide his focus. Fyn knew he would need all the information he could get if he was going to find a way out of this place.
As inconspicuously as he could, Fyn took in all the layout that he could see and tried to count the guards wandering about the compound. Fyn knew he would have to double it, maybe even triple the count, just to be safe. But he needed an idea of what he would be up against. As far as he could see, there were at least 15 to 20 guards throughout the courtyard.
There was a sinking feeling in the pit of Fyn’s gut as he realized there was no way out of here without help.