“I hope the raiders are not rushing back here?” Rubia looked perturbed as she gathered the leftover food into the food sack.

 Then Arden felt a strange chill come over him and his keen senses detected restlessness in the air.

He sprang up and unsheathed the rusted old short sword he had found in the ruins of the blacksmith’s armoury.

Hari, nocking a bolt to his little hunting bow, and Rubia, brandishing a large metal spiked wooden club, followed their leader.