Eren leans back on the seat of the wagon, his lips forming into a circle. He reaches up to rub at the scruff of his beard. "The old gods you say? Hmm." You seem to have rendered the man quiet for once. His gaze wanders over the bodies of the fallen bandits, then returns to you, appraising as if for the first time. Overhead the clouds begin to darken. A low rumbling of thunder stirs from somewhere far off.

"The building and surrounding area have been deemed secure. We should be safe to rest here."

"Right," Eren says. Clicking his tongue, he slaps the reigns and turns off in the direction of the old farmstead. "Old Bess and Hogan will be glad for a roof over their heads tonight. No more than I though. Maybe we'll find some soft hay in that there loft ahead for them to bed down in? Me thinks we'll reach Emberwood tomorrow so long as the mud don't slow us down."