~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Barbaro was uttering profanity while chasing Mariya. He was mad and disappointed with what her father did earlier.
He meandered around the barrack, but he failed to find the pity young woman.
The escapade was intruded by the unknown individuals who were riding with steeds. Leros was left astonished as he realised what had happened.
He couldn't forgive himself by hurting his daughter, in front of so many survivors.
He cursed continuously but no one attempted to stop him.
"The sun was about to shine, but all of have enough time to get an adequate rest!" Leros deep voice sounded off around the ravaged quarters and torches.
His people began babbling by his abrupt order. They couldn't believe either that their Lord endured to resisted Mariya's feelings.
Words, opinions and tales filled the field as the fire burnt all the panes. Nothing left except for the ashes.
