About three of them. They’re probably looking for anyone that passed by. Or they just might be wandering.
[He pulls his knife from the sheathe at his back and flips it in his hand. He’d have to move out from the alcove along the wall or expose their hiding place.]
no subject
[He pulls his knife from the sheathe at his back and flips it in his hand. He’d have to move out from the alcove along the wall or expose their hiding place.]
I can’t make any sense of their lumbering around.