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“We mean you no harm. Our friend is not well and needs rest. Would it be acceptable to stay with you for the night?” There was no answer for several minutes. Each man looked to the other until a short stocky man stepped forward, his hands gripped a wooden club securely.

The night’s events had been strange and plagued Bane’s mind as they rode away from Hugo’s farm. Bane had remained awake, and wondered the village. Footprints were located in many places and appeared human enough. The speed of the figure he had seen had shocked the barbarian. It had appeared to glide across the grass like that of a ghost he imagined. Whatever was in the farm had been real enough, and four horses had been butchered along with some of the livestock.