As they all began to leave the village, Trey flew overhead, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger. There was an overturned wagon on the road, but since the oxen that were pulling it had been reduced to skeletons, it had probably been there for a while. Whatever got this wagon was probably gone by now. There didn't seem to be anything that posed a threat, but he still watched the path ahead of them carefully. It was peaceful now, but that could change at any moment.