Adab ruled the darkness. They say that in the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king, but that argument falls apart when the sun goes down. Adab moved swiftly and fearlessly through the familiar landscape. The one-eyed man stumbled and fell and was dispatched with a silent stroke of Adab’s blade. She tasted his blood and laughed into the night.
The travelers found the headless corpse propped up against the tree at the crossroads. Even the dullest among them understood and wished to head the warning. After much discussion they went back the way they came. Wise move.