Making Plans And Telling Lies

DRAKE

Silence hung over the night. The wind held its breath too. I was standing close to the cliff's edge looking down at the dark twisting road below. Layla's convoy would soon pass— according to what the fool had told me but the moon goddess knew that I really didn't believe him.

Who knows he might be talking trash because he was just after the goodies I gave to him. The money bag filled with coins and something was telling me some of his information might be ...