Dawn Treader Valley nobody move, there's blood on the floor

It was time to face the music.
Towards what appeared to be a looming chain of mountains was a swath of drybrush cut apart by a growling river. Quiet; barren, as far as he knew, for no scents of barbarians seemed to linger.
He investigates only briefly before the call for the Greeks is sent out. He was sure @Andromache would be angry with him for having not held his promise to meet with her. But could one really blame him when he is met with unattainable demands and cut-throat eyes every time he speaks with her?
And then there was the matter of the other two. The bodyguards, @Nikolaos and @Euryalos, of which he knew next to nothing. For all he expected going into this, he would be tied with twine and roasted over a spit.
No matter. If they were to double down on Andromache's heinous plan, he found his patience dwindling anyways.