[b][center]Group A[/center][/b]

	Sana rolled her eyes at Tobias and resisted the urge to smack him upside the back of the head, she had more important things to tend to than the ravings of someone that gutted someone and then had the lack of thought to chastise her for killing someone who had tried to either kill or enslave them. Following Lob she made sure to make the ride as easy as possible since she didn’t know how much the person behind her had actually ridden; those that tended not to have a mount tended not to know how to ride. Hearing Vaeri speak made Sana swallow hard and she let out a long sigh.

	“I’m trying not to,” she said as they continued on their way. Taking a breath as the thought of Hugh injured coming to her mind. “I went overboard I know that,” she added in a remorseful voice, not for killing the man but for the brutality of it all. “Seeing Hugh like that… It made me snap. The man has been through more in his life than I would even wish on people like these slavers,” she added trying to explain why she had snapped the way she did. “He saved my life, has taken care of me, watched over me and it was my fault he nearly got himself killed. If I hadn’t called for him, that stab wound wouldn’t have happened, the thought of losing him…” Sana said as she tried to speak more but found herself choking back tears. She had more to say but she couldn’t continue and she rode the rest of the way in silence. 	

	Lob led the way from the town and Sana kept pace a little bit behind him, weaving Rodger from the road and through the woods. He wasn’t as agile as Epona was but he was a good horse and was doing well. There was not a lot of underbrush to worry about thankfully. A smell started to emanate from the woods and Sana found herself having to struggle to keep from gagging. She had never smelt anything so horrific in her life; something on the wind smelt like rotting flesh, fire, death and other things too horrible to speak of. Just what was causing it she was afraid to find out but whatever it was Lob seemed to be following it. 

	Small streams of smoke came into view as they got closer to the camp and Sana could hear dogs barking. [i]Oh joy,[/i] she thought to herself, just one more thing they didn’t need. Slavers were enough to deal with but dogs on top of it was not something she had counted on; granted she hadn’t counted on anything since she wasn’t thinking clearly from earlier and now because of the smell.  Another thing she hadn’t counted on was the sight that came quickly into view and Sana pulled back on the reins of the draft horse and brought him to a sudden halt as the camp came fully into view and she gasped in horror. “Oh my god…” she whispered as she looked over to the others that were with her. It was worse than she had ever expected. 

	The camp seemed to be set up as a holding position for the slavers. There was a wagon that was full of men and women that looked like they had been locked up in it for weeks nearly starved to death and at least a couple from what she could see that were already dead and being stood on top of. There were several cages hanging from the trees with individuals in that looked to be in even worse shape. One man was tied to a post who had his back torn open by what it looked to be whip marks barely holding onto to life and a woman who had been hung from a tree; how long she had been dead was anyone’s’ guess. 

	There were several horses tied up around the camp that looked to be far better taken care of than the captives and more than a dozen dogs with teeth bared looking like they were ready to rip her and her companions throats out. There were only a little more than half a dozen of the slaves party there and the rest where nowhere to be seen but there were horse tracks that led out of the encampment and Sana worried that they were headed back to the village to finish the job off. She wanted to turn around and head straight back out of worry for Hugh and the rest but she knew she couldn’t turn back now. 

	The part of the slavers group that remained was armored up in chainmail and had their weapons drawn. Three carried twin blades, one with a bow, one with a whip and two with axes. The one with the whip looked at the group and smirked as he began to release the dogs and commanded them to kill. Sana jumped down and drew her bow quickly. “Make it fast, kill them quick,” she said to the group before she drew an arrow from her quiver and took aim. She wanted this over fast; one to get back to town as quickly as possible and two to get these poor people out of their confinement.