"Can you smell something?" Jaime said, with concern. Diego paused, scanning the environment.
A plume of smoke appeared over the hill. Diego raised a finger to his lips and dismounted. Creeping towards the smoke, they realised something was going on.
"What is it?" Jaime whispered.
"Possibly bandits," Diego answered. He gestured for Jaime to stay well back and down out of sight, while he himself crept a little closer to the smoke. Diego could hear the soft words of conversation, and realised there was a whole group of men gathered behind the rocky outcrop.
"Go home, Jaime," Diego urged quietly.