Kiyron bit back a curse, squinting down into the area near the convoy. Apparently his eyes had been damaged as well. He should have been able to see the figures as slightly more than specks. Maybe as humanoid specks. But no. They were just plain old specks. It was highly annoying. He gestured for the speeder to descend still farther, and follow them. "Anyone have eyes at the rear of the caravan? Get the guards in contact!" He leaned over the sides, trying to see better. Still no luck.