Kalen glanced at the two women as they ran off, but the masked man didn't shift his focus from Kalen for a second. Kalen nodded and turned back to the newcomer, keeping his wits about him as best he could. Emilia was relieved to be away from the two of them, finally. She was certain Kalen could deal with the robed murderer on his own. She wondered though, how Lystra felt about this. Now wasn't the time to be asking questions though.

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	Fuso's tent was silent as his wife slept in the comfort of her bed. Although she was ill, the woman was never found without a high spirit, and a compassion for her people to match it. Fuso didn't need to stay by her side, knowing that she was safe at the end of the day was enough to give him peace at mind. Besides, a simple cold couldn't topple a woman with such resolute fortitude. The tent's entrance rustled behind Fuso as he sat at a small makeshift table, waiting for his sons to return. "Back so soon?" Fuso mumbled, turning around.

	To his surprised however, Kalen had not returned with his brother. Rather, it was Emilia and Lystra. The visit unsettled him, it was rare that anyone visited his tent at sunset, or any time of the day, really. Despite his leadership, his people were very independent. Nobody relied on Fuso for anything, beyond keeping their will strong, and rationing their supplies effectively. "Ah, Emilia, Lystra. A pleasant surprise, what brings you to my home?" Fuso asked, "Do you wish to pay good wishes for my wife's health? I assure you, it is unnecessary.." Emilia felt like blurting out the news that she and Lystra had come across Kalo's corpse, along with a murderous stoic, but her tongue turned to jelly in her mouth. A feeling of restraint gripped her like no other, and she was silent, smiling awkwardly like a lost child. She turned to Lystra for guidance. Fuso looked at her shield and smiled. "Oh, a new discovery, is it?"