To the abandoned village

"Damn it. I hope they come back”, Brent says looking at you.

"Me too. So, let's follow the orders. Do you know where this abandoned village is?”

"Yes. Follow me".

You followed Brent for almost two hours. You talked a lot during the trip. Always talking quietly so as not to draw any attention whatsoever. You could get to know each other better on the trail. You find out that Brent is twenty years old and a fisherman's son, he lived in King’s Landing. He was caught trying to steal fruit from the fair, and in order not to have his hand cut off, he chose to be sent to the Wall. The law in the south was strict.

You finally arrived in the abandoned village.

The village was a cluster of wooden houses built around the trail. Most of the houses had already been half destroyed over time, and only two of them had a roof in fact. There was still a raised platform at the entrance to the village. You both tied the reins to the stage and fed the horses fruit, they also needed to eat, and deserved it.

You looked at the houses inside and out, it took almost thirty minutes. There was nothing useful in any of them. Only one house had a mattress filled with goose feathers. It would be nice if you wanted to rest, so you took the mattress to a house that still had a roof and took shelter there, waiting for Donquio and Randall.