After inviting the wildling boy up atop her wagon Syeira encouraged the young man to fetch another throw blanket and then turned her attention to following the others.  Rather, her horse seemed quite content to follow the others.  It was a follower by instinct.  He was a reliable horse with a good deal of endurance but lacked the spirit to be of use to a warrior's steed.

Even as they approached Syeira was thinking, drawing conclusions, tossing them aside and then formulating new theories as more information presented itself.  Obviously there had been a great battle here but none remained to deal with the aftermath.  Further, the city was guarded by the old instead of more youthful soldiers while children, who should be working, were running about.  This led Syeira to believe that those of middle age, had either gone off to war or had otherwise gone missing.  Otherwise their parents would likely be employing them in other endeavours.  Her final hypothesis was that the middle aged men had all gone off to war.

Then her small wildling companion began to blurt out questions in a most unsubtle manner before a woman with a nocked arrow presented herself. A knocked arrow was rather rude but she rather imagined her new companions, being so just and chivalrous, would handle the situation without her intervention.  Still, in the case of things didn't go well she readied a few spells, bringing them to the tip of her tongue.