Three believers, one woman and two men, were making their way along a forest path behind the temple. Cadel and Van trailed them, masking their presence as much as possible. “Can you hear what they’re saying?” Cadel asked from behind a tree trunk. They were keeping their distance, and with the night deepening, Cadel couldn’t even make out their faces. Van narrowed his eyes, focusing entirely on his hearing. Faintly, the believers’ conversation began to drift back to them. “I’m sorry for the trouble, brothers. If it were anything else, I would have waited until daybreak to look for it myself, but…”