The time it took the brigands to reach the outskirts seemed to drag on far longer than should have been real. The leader, though, decided to sit down with a smug look. "Alright, then lads, hop to it!" He said. "Take care of anyone who makes a fuss, yah?" He asked, pulling a flagon from his belt and taking a drink before starting to sing an off key ballad of conquests and destruction.

As the men fanned out, though, one walked near where Katherine was hiding, though he seemed not to notice her presence. He grumbled something about being hungry and started to kick around the field he was walking through, ruining some of the crops he was supposed to be collecting. "The hell is this crap?" He asked, plucking a plant from the ground. "Where's the meat? What kind of idiots grow this stuff?" He took a bite of the dirt covered root and immediately recoiled. "Bleh... Nasty..." He groaned with a few coughs, before starting to smash his axe into the crops, seemingly to spite the potato he'd bitten into.