I had been so excited to see which house in town was Mr. Briar's, and that was why I was surprised when he turned off of the road and started to walk directly toward the woods at the edge of our little village.
"Uhm, Mr., I mean, B..Briar, where are we going?" I didn't know what to expect as I followed after him, but I wasn't afraid of him or of going with him. I knew that he was a good guy and my dad trusted him. That was enough for me.
"I don't actually live in the village with the others."
Mr. Briar turned to speak to me over his shoulder as he walked. I wouldn't have done that while walking into the trees, I would have been worried about hitting something or tripping on a root and falling to my death as I got impaled by a branch. Even now, I had to look away from him to watch the ground so that I didn't fall down.
