For now, there was nothing Harol found discussion worthy, and just continued on while making sure Freya could keep up. It seemed as if the wound had not slowed her down at all. That was an impressive feat, ignoring such a large wound, but one could only hope that she was not draining too much of her strength by moving that fast. Well, she would say something if she couldn't keep up the pace, right? For now, they really had nothing else to do but go on. Even with the hood obscuring his vision somewhat, Harol tried his best to stay aware of his surroundings. He honestly believed the assassins would not try again this soon, but you never know. Best stay vigilant.

The rest of the day passed somewhat uneventfully, unless one wanted to count the occasional animal crossing the road before them. Thanks to their rather quick pace, Harol and Freya managed to reach the village well before sunset, and they would have time for a brief pause. Before actually entering the village though, Harol wanted to discuss their options: "So, Freya. There we have the last village before we enter the grounds of house Clasz. Thanks to our quick pace, we have reached this place before sundown, so we might be able to take a break here before continuing on towards the house. We have no hope of reaching them before tomorrow though, so we will likely need a good place to rest. I'd love it if we could have an actual bed, but I'm not really sure if we can safely sleep in a village... What's your opinion on this? Think you'd know better, living life like this for longer than me."

Harol stared at the village from the little hill they were standing on. He could barely make out a few houses from the midst of the trees that were on his line of sight, but they were not what was on his mind right now: He had remembered a person that lived in the village. He might actually still be there... Noddy, the one guy people said to steer clear from unless in real trouble. Well, now they were. He could take a quick look around if he'd find the person, but it was nothing of high priority. He could not even go around asking thanks to the tattoo that people would surely remember, and it was nothing he'd like to bother Freya with with that arm wound of hers.