The Next-day. The village. 

     "Good day, mma."

    The man dressed in a simple black robe with a small sword tucked in his side called at the middle aged woman washing clothes opposite the lone hut. 

    As soon as the woman raised her head, her face contoured into confusion as soon as he saw the man. She made her worries known through words,

    "Oh Miargos? I should had sent for you. She's not here."

    The woman said as she stopped washing. She sat up on the stool, looking towards the man standing few steps away from the door to the hut. She was by the side of the front of the...