"Right. I'll be getting the traps on the dock," he said. It wouldn't take too much time or a dangerous amount of his focus to do it. He'd be able to spring out of the boat and into action if he had to. He settled his small pack to his back and clipped his sword sheath back to his belt.

One by one, he slung the traps from the boat bottom to the dock, pausing and looking around after each one. So far so good. He climbed out of the boat and waited for her to return, wary but not worried.