Gasping for air, Lloyd collapsed on the ground. He ran and ran and when his legs beg him to stop, he only ran some more. It was to his relief then that he finally saw the village just ahead of him. It was not burnt down. Finding renewed strength, Lloyd propped himself up with his staff and jogged over quickly.

He saw a flurry of activity as the local militia raced to defend themselves. The poor souls, they would only find death if they stayed behind to defend their homes. "You there! Has any other member of the order come by here?" he yelled to one of the militiamen. 

"Yes, a few stopped by!"

"I must meet them, can you show me where they are?"

"I don't know, look around! I'm busy here! Check the inn or something!" the militiaman said impatiently. 

The militiaman left Lloyd in a hurry. "Well then, I should look around for any other members of the Order..."