Nyx
The short route held her weight.
Nyx did not trust it.
She stood at the end of the old side walk while the guide watched from the sound ground behind her.
One board had moved beneath her heel.
Not much.
Enough.
"How long since a loaded frame came through here?" she asked.
The guide looked at the slope below it.
"Before the last hard rain."
Nyx stepped backward onto the stone support.
"Then we test it with weight."
They used the work crew's loaded supply frame, pulled from the protected end with nobody standing on the suspect boards.
The first wheel passed.
The second dipped.
A support shifted beneath the walkway, and the near edge dropped against the earth.
Nyx watched the frame settle at an angle.
It would have been a poor place to discover that while carrying an unconscious person.
The guide called for the crew to recover the load.
She marked the side walk as unsuitable and returned to Veylan before continuing the scout.
