Anastasia looked at the man as he walked toward her. She didn't think much of it as he said that Melor's bad behavior wasn't a problem. She was about to leave when he asked to speak to her and her family. She was slightly taken back by the request, why on Earth would this man have any interest in speaking with her family. A better question was why did he need to speak with them in private. She glanced over his shoulder at the two bowing men then at the door to her home. Finally, she nodded, "I-I guess..."

She adjusted Melor in her arms and walked over to her home. Opening the door, with a small amount of difficulty, she made her way inside. She placed Melor on the ground allowing him to run off and find some place to sit. Ana placed her basket on the table then looked back at the man, "I'll grab them."

She turned and walked out of sight, "Mama? Papa?"

The older couple presented themselves shortly after. They looked at her, clearly unaware of the man that stood in the previous room. She looked at them for a moment, "We have company... The men from outside... They want to speak with us in private...."

Her mother gave her father a strange look before the two of them walked out to the front room and looked at the man. Her father smiled at him, "Hello, I'm Fletcher, this is my wife, Anita. What can we do for you today, young man?"

He took a seat in the chair as Anita joined them. She held her hand out offering the seat across the table to him. Anastasia grabbed her basket and quickly filled the vase in the center with flowers before she discarded her basket in the corner. Brushing the dirt off her hands, onto her already soiled dress, she took a seat at the table as well. She had been running theories through her head on why the man can requested to see her family and none of them seemed make sense enough to be true.