The newly met villagers seemed to grasp the situation quite quickly, taking up arms as instructed. The younger folk, excluding the child, chose to take the scimitars, while the older man took the boys sling as his own weapon. The boy looked annoyed as his toy was taken away, but didn't make a sound. Looking at the sling in the old man's hand, it clearly was just a toy... but with some luck it could still prove useful.

"[color=lightgreen]We goin'?[/color]" Trear asked and received a few nods from the villagers. She proceeded to peek out of the exit and pulled her head back. "[color=lightgreen]It's clear. Gogogo[/color]", she whispered and dashed behind the corner. The keep wasn't that far... with any luck they would be able to reach it without being spotted. With Trear and Brannor in the lead, the group of caravan guards/passengers with the townsfolk in tow moved through the streets, avoiding the occasional encounter with the enemy. These encounters seemed to still be rather spread out... maybe there were only few raiders? Or perhaps they were just spread out massively.

In the end, they made it to the base of the hill where the keep stood. The dragon was still circling above, creating a certain ominous and terrifying feeling that followed when you knew you saw a creature that could simply destroy you if it cared enough to recognise your presence. Luckily enough, the dragon had not turned it's eye towards the people. On the pathway to the keep, a person was going through several bodies, both kobold and humanoid alike. It seemed they were in a hurry, with their movements being quite jerky and rushed, but anything else was hard to tell from this distance.