The caravan stops. He must have!

You and Siora huddle together as silently as you can, hoping to hear the caravan continue on and slowly fade into the distance. To your dismay, however, you hear indistinct shouting, followed by the gradual slowing down of the horses' pace.

You and Siora both look at each other wide-eyed as once the sound of wagon wheels and horseshoes has stopped, it is replaced by the increasing sound of boots trudging around on the dirt path. Everything feels like it's happening in slow motion as the sound of these men gathering around gets louder.

"What do we do?" you whisper to Siora.

"I'm not sure," she whispers back. "If they start searching around they will likely find us here. If we run, they will give chase, but we might be able to lose them in the woods. Which do you think is the best option?"