Of course there was still Frilzae. Zya resented the leering stares she got from the man every time he saw her, but at the same time she felt sorry for him. He would never amount to much if all he wanted was power in a small village. At least with a group of travellers she would experience more than the four main streets and one square that Hoebridge had to offer. Of course that was not to belittle the rest of the people. Most were content to live their farming lives in peace, free of such machinations. But those that sought to rise above others were power greedy, and upset the balance of the community. They were not right in such a place as this.
She noticed the occasional flicker of the curtain as she walked down the road. It seemed that people had retreated into their shells in preparat
