Ferric patted you in the back, as he was too short to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I know what you might be thinking. What if we were faster, what if we had left earlier, lotta hypotheticals that could have prevented this. It’s okay that you feel sad, but remember that you saved that man and his children. You didn’t lose anyone Sylvia, you saved lives.” With those words Ferric left to go tend to his mules.

The other two begin to stir, with the little boy sitting nearby very unresponsive. Shortfang tried to talk to him but the kid just wouldn’t say anything. Pylia motioned for you to come over as the young girl started to wake up. “Sylvia, could you make some food and tea for six people?” Pylia handed you a small cloth sack filled with a bitter yellow-green powder. “Boil some water and mix this herb mixture into it. It’ll help strength out bodies against the cold. And now that it’s not raining... Why aren’t you wet?”