"Don't worry. Mal knows the way. Right?" He had a canoe, he had a plan. Haven was not like Ada, a stranger, she knew this village like the back of her hand. But she knew absolutely nothing of the world beyond it. She had to rely on both her companions, the more worldly Orc and Dwarf. 

She followed Mal through the wood, keeping her steps as quiet as she could. "We think it's safe... but... I saw them in the woods before... they might still be around." There was no explanation needed for who 'they' were. The monsters. She hadn't the time to think about what they were, or what they were properly called, what they were made of, where they had come from... no she was to busy surviving to wonder...

Where had they gone?