As the group of people murmured among themselves, the group that formed around the Half-Orc was not the only one. A group of minstrels that had entertained the caravan on many breaks had pulled masks and vicious looking curved swords from their wagon and formed a circle, chanting something in a language foreign to most around them while bumping their fists together and otherwise getting ready for the challenge that might rise. Many guards were fastening the straps of their helmets and checking the state of their weapons and a fortune teller with their apprentice had moved a little distance away with both of them flinging firebolts into the air for practice. Addio's words had apparently sparked the spirit to help in others as well.

While some began to withdraw into their wagons, the groups that had readied up to help the villagers and fight began their approach towards the town in flames. The half-moon that was barely visible over the setting sun and the smoke did very little to give vision for the people approaching or within the town, but the fire did provide dim light all over Greenest. The dragon's threatening shape in the sky occasionally made a swoop at something, but never finished it, giving the appearance of it toying with it's prey.

The group of minstrels chose their approach route to be a smaller road on the northern side of the town, while the fortune teller's gang went for the shallow streambed to begin with, leaving the main road for the last crew approaching. The street was empty now, with the houses around it surprisingly well preserved... most of the fire only touching haystacks and barns. That had not stopped doors from being kicked in of the three nearby empty looking houses.

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The minstrels chant was something they learned from the Svirfneblin of the Underdark, something to boost their morality. It went more or less as follows: "Even when all is dark, hope is not lost! To stand together is to fight the evil!"[/hider]