Argurios walked into the house, looking around. His right shoulder was still hurting, but he didn’t want to show it. It wasn’t broke, he knew how that felt, so it might be just cracked, but most likely it was nothing. Someone jumped through the door yelling: "Drop your Weapon". Argurios flinched a bit, but as he saw it was the militia’s boy, he relaxed. He knew the girl from the village yet he had no recall of her name or what she did or anything. He moved around a bit, while the others talked. In the back was a little girl also from the village. The boy who patted his shoulder was also from the village. It seemed that only the village children were here and even that there was only four of them. He heard as the other boy asked "have you found anyone else either?" Argurios looked at the ground and simply shook his head. The boy mentioned someone else so it seems there’s only five of them altogether. Thinking about it , it seemed smarter to Argurios for them to be at one place. He turned around, finally realising his shoulder he lifted his left hand in a questionable manner. “So there are five of us total? Where did the other guy go? Wouldn’t it better for us to stay together? I thought about it and got the idea we rest here for the night and tomorrow we search the village.” He explained. He was a bit slow from his father’s side, but he would never admit it. “Oh yeah and I got some food to. If anyone wants to eat.” He unfastened the pouch from his side and put it on the shelf. “Oh and what are your name? Sorry if I seem rude its just I’m not good with names.” Argurios tried to be as polite as possible. For what he knew these were hs last family members that were alive.