They were at the bridge when they were finally able to see the smoke through the trees.  A single black column, obviously not from any chimney, not even the forge.  

[color=f26522]"Dem,"[/color] he said no more, but pointed to the smoke.  The two set off at a run to get home.  As they got closer they could smell the smoke.  It almost smelled like cooking meat, but Alph recognized the wreak of burning clothes and hair as well, and knew better.  There was nobody outside as they made their way between the buildings, but Alph could see eyes peeking from behind shutters.   

[color=f26522]"Get your things,"[/color] Alph told Dem quietly, [color=f26522]"And ask your father what's going on."[/color]

Alph for one, went to his grandfather's brewery and walked in the door, calling out to him as he opened it.  The old man walked out from around a corner, holding Alph's sword in a defensive manner.  

"What happened?" Alph asked.  

The old man hesitated, but picked up the scabbard from the table nearby and sheathed the old chipped blade.  [color=a0410d]"I'm not sure,"[/color] he answered, licking his dry lips.  [color=a0410d]"I didn't see.  Just heard the shouts, saw people running for their homes."[/color]

[color=f26522]"Yeah,"[/color] Alph took the sheathed sword out of his hands gently but firmly.  [color=f26522]"I saw that everyone was holed up, but I didn't see why.  Listen,"[/color] he looked sideways at his grandfather as he started packing his saddle bag, just some food and spare clothes, and what was left of his coinpurse.  [color=f26522]"I don't want to leave you here after whatever this was, but I have to go, I really do."[/color]  

His grandfather nodded in understanding.  They embraced quickly, and Alph walked back out the door, to move around to the stables and get his horse.  Once she was saddled, he walked in the direction of the smoke, meaning to see it for himself.