All Are Cunning

the air is thick with tension

It is like if anything changes, this place would be a place of death.

Aeryon look at Belarion and nodded 

Belarion, understanding the unspoken command, sheathed his sword and nodded in response. 

The tension that had filled the air began to dissipate, replaced by an uneasy calm.

Belarion let out a sharp whistle, the sound pierced through the atmosphere, drawing the attention of his horse. 

The majestic animal approached; its gaze fixed on its master. 

With a swift motion, Belarion effortlessly vaulted back onto the saddle

As he sat astride his mount, Belarion cast a disdainful glance toward the group of fifty men. His voice carried a mixture of disappointment and mild amusement as he addressed them.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a boulder," he scoffed, his words filled with a touch of condescension.