Even though Martell was perplexed by the girl who was walking in the front, he continued to follow them, only this time he was not invisible. His eyes did not leave the girl who had intrigued him, while his thoughts were somewhere else. 'Is she the one who is destined to save us?' He wondered, but without in vain. He did not know anything about the girl, nor did he know what she was. 'I should talk to the Lord about this.'
Martell averted his gaze when he smelt ash around him and saw a small blacksmith's workshop, just outside the carriage parking area. He had already written the message he wanted to convey to Lord. Now, all that remained was to send it to him. "Kind Sir," He approached the old man who was busy hammering his tools, strengthening them.
