“What is the problem?” her father asked.
Mavra shrugged. “No-one has come out to greet us, father.”
He frowned, looking around the complex. “Most odd, that. Well, we"ll wait until the mistress decides what to do.” He sat on the bench alongside his daughter, and stared off into the distance.
“I will prepare my things, in case I am needed,” said her mother, who quickly disappeared back into the wagon. Within the arc that the wagons were parked in, Mavra saw that there was discussion going on in the front wagon. It was quite heated judging by the way Layric"s arms were waving about, but they kept their dispute quiet. Anita and Gwyn sat there quietly, as Mavra was doing, and once in a while, Gren cackled loudly at a joke that was obviously only evident to him. The discussion up front went o
