A man entered the same little village that Alari was currently in, a couple of other people with him, all wearing the same sort of cloaks that Mera and Mary wore, those theirs were in much more pristine condition, having what looked like actual gold weaved in to the fabric. The man leading them had dark red almost brown hair and dark black eyes. The scowl on his face almost seemed like a permanent fixture. He looked around as he dismounted the large black horse he was riding, "They were moving in this direction. Split up and look for any signs of them," he said. The two nodded and started down the road on their smaller white horses, moving at a slow pace so they could keep an eye out for their targets, not really seeming to care if they got in anyone's way.
The three had been tailing after the Zaheer's, trying to figure out what exactly had happened with the family to sending them flying in all different directions from the camps. They had lost them in the woods and had come across the massacre of the last village midday, after Thanos had already left in another direction. He had assumed they would seek refuge in the nearest villages and had pushed his steed and his companions to riding as hard as they could to reach this place. It was past nightfall, but he wouldn't rest until he found his brother's murders and made them pay. To think it was his brother's own children only made him even more furious. Nero, Thanos, and Mera had always struck him as being much better children than that, so he wanted to give them the chance to explain themselves before delivering the punishment, but there would most definitely be punishment for their crimes.