“Do you recognize anyone?” Aonghus asks in a whisper
“They are not from here.” Andrasta answers in kind.

Looking back into the village we watch armed men smashing through the huts and destroying what has been left in the open.

“I count nine on foot, that’s three a piece.”
Before anyone can consider the chances of our success, twice again as many men enter the village from two separate directions, South and West. Four men meet and begin talking at the entrance where I first met Andrasta. The leader occasionally barking an order is content in watching the others join in on the destruction.

Aonghus taps both of us on the shoulder and motions with his head. Sure that scouts will be in this area soon, I remove all traces of our passage as we make our way through tall old growth. We move quickly without a word. Aonghus leads us down to a clearing before a small creek. He stops and turns to me.

“This is not your fight. If you continue down stream staying to the land east, most likely you will avoid trouble. There will be a town in two days walk.”

Aonghus turns his back, as to dismiss me and speaks to Andrasta.

"I dont know" I quickly reply... "I think I like it here."

Aonghus ignores me...
“Tell me what you saw when you first arrived in the village.”