WotJ 2

	Luke scanned the cliffs above until he could see the remnants of the braces that had once held the dam in place. They were little more than twisted wreckage now, but they told him where the top of the dam had been—and indeed, he could see a dark line on the rock that indicated the old waterline.
	He looked below that line, telling himself to relax, to use the Force to direct his eyes.
There.
	“Do you have macrobinoculars?” Luke asked hesitantly, thinking it was a ridiculous question to ask an alien who didn’t have eyes.
	A burst of static that Luke decided was laughter emerged from Sarco’s vocoder. The alien opened a pouch on his bandolier and handed over a small but expensive pair of macrobinoculars.
	“For customers,” he explained.
	Luke nodded, then focused in on the spot he’d seen and grinned.
	“There’s a cave up there,” he said. “Maybe a kilometer upriver. It’s about ten meters above the valley floor.”
	Sarco turned to face that way, then cocked his head at Luke.
“Your species can barely see the cave even with amplification. How did you know it was there?”
	“I had a feeling it would be,” Luke said, not wanting to explain further.