Liz was surprised when the beastkind settled a coat over her shoulder. She didn't mind the smell. Anything was better than being cold. She followed him out of the shelter where they parked the horse. Even though she didn't have the instinct or senses of a beastkind but she didn't need him to tell her that something was wrong. She could feel it in the air. She hurried behind him. She stayed as close to him as she could as they made their way through town. 

She gasped softly when she saw the beastkind vendor that they had talked to before. She shuttered at the sight but didn't move away. She would have offered to help but she knew there wasn't anything she could do to save the vendor's life. The vendor seemed to know that too. She swallowed when he mentioned poison. Someone went to alot of trouble to make sure that her master got as little information as possible. 

Liz wanted to tell her master to run. They shouldn't stay here. But that wasn't her decision. She couldn't say anything. She could only hope that he vendor indicating that they were close to his children would encourage her owner to keep moving. Had the kids been here? Had they seen this? She didn't know. She didn't want to know.