“Could they not have been in a hurry to complete their work?” Queried Belyn.
“I do not think so, my friend,” Keldron replied, absently reaching for his arm only to have his hand slapped away by Joleen. “If they went so far to get stakes, assuming that was the same people that took the trees in that woodland we visited, then they knew their purpose, and were in no hurry. Consider what you would do if haste were an issue.” Keldron pointed around him. “If you were going to do something so violent to so many people, there would be plenty of wood locally to use in such a crime.” They looked where Keldron pointed. The house had wood on the porch, wooden poles holding it up, and piles of wood to be used in the fires that held off the deep chill of the wind. “See? They made a point of going afar
