Mildor and Aegnith sat in their caravan, watching the events unfold, though they were unaware of the mind games that were currently commencing. The older brother of the duo would give an irritated tsk, glancing away from the grouping once the merchant had been burnt to a crisp. "Ridiculous," He'd mutter to himself, but was quickly hushed by his little sister. 

"Don't," She murmured, though she was clearly frightened, unknowing of their fate. 
Mildor wrapped an arm around her, bringing her closer and trying his best to offer that brotherly protection she so desperately needed in that moment.