Dakin watched the boys exchange words over the wall until finally a ladder was offered to the newcomer, a young one just like the rest. He thought it strange how only the children would remain in the village after everyone else was 'taken', though there were indeed several village children not accounted for. What were they to do? Who were they to ask for help? Where were they to start looking? These questions and many more buzzed through his mind and caused his brow to furrow, his concentration only being broken when Brisa's voice broke the relative silence with an alarmed shout. She looked frantic, winded, with wide eyes and paled features but before he could begin to question her distress she was already speaking about finding Dorn, or rather his corpse. 

The boy blinked for a moment as the thought took time to register in his mind but when the horrifying news took purchase every muscle in his body went tense. Completely oblivious to the newcomer or the other children, he stepped forward quickly and one hand grasped at Brisa's shoulder while the other tightened around the staff until its knuckles turned white. "Where?!" Was all he hissed, the blood pounding loudly through his ears and the world starting to go a bit fuzzy. "Where is he?!"