She vaguely made out the fleeing footsteps of the drunkards as she gazed upon the scene. Other villagers of Dunsaw had come to a halt and were staring at the blaze with fear in their eyes while whimpers and cries filled the air. Nausea crawled up Sabeline’s stomach. Whatever that was, she had no doubt Nivres had caused it. Directly or indirectly, that remained to be seen.
Snapping into action, she turned, running up to a villager who was trying to get as far away as possible. “What’s over there? Tell me quickly!” Sabeline shouted over the panicked racket surrounding them.
The woman looked at her as though she was mad, but answered anyway. “A settlement I think.”
Sabeline kept pace with her. “A village?”
“No, a ramshackle set up with a few people. Now get lost!” The woman barked
