The older gentleman, Ledofrick, looked the stranger over for a moment before he finally responded. "Yes-yes of course. You are most welcome to stay here tonight. Since I see that my niece has already brought you something to eat and drink. Please, excuse us while we go to prepare one of our rooms for your use, good sir." Ledofrick swiftly whisked Mariead out of sight and into the kitchen pantry.

"Uncle? Is...is there any news?" Her eyes were wide and her hands trembled with anticipation.

"Nothing much, child. Just that, for now, we believe they have passed by. The rest of the townspeople are coming out from hiding. We must be on our guard at all times."

"I was worried when that man came in, but he must simply be an innocent traveler, right Uncle?" Ledofrick gave her a reassuring nod. He gave her small hands a squeeze before releasing them. "Everything will be alright, love. We must go on as we always have. Now, go fetch some linens for our guest." Mariead scurried off to do as her uncle had asked her. Now out of his sight, she began to cry. She was frightened for so many reasons. The terrible wars of close villages had turned the townspeople into frightened animals. Her town was peaceful and innocent. An easy target for supplies. The "invaders", as they were referred to, would never think twice about ravaging her home, her honor, or even taking her life.When Mother and Father were taken, she thought, she had to be strong. And she could do it again.

Ledofrick tried to remain calm and collected as he made casual conversation with the inn's newest guest. But his thoughts, not unlike his niece's, consumed him.