"We didn't see anyone like that," you say, "but then we took a route across the moors to get here, so it's no surprise, really."
"Funny," replies Barnaby, "that you'd take a route across the moors rather than use the road…but I'm sure it's none of my business anyway. Rose, come and help me check the sheep are in the barn, will you?"
"Basileios," says Drazha when Barnaby and Rose have left the room. "I might be wrong, but I swear I saw something I didn't like in his eye when you were talking there. He has no allegiance to us, and I know Zhan-Ukhel would give much to know your whereabouts. I can't believe I'm suggesting this, but maybe it's best…" She lets the thought hang, unsaid.
"Maybe what, Drazha?" you press.
"Maybe it's best if we don't take any chances. If Barnaby were out of the picture, we'd know for certain that we could stay here tonight in safety. The Tribe of the Red Bear needs you, Basileios. What is the life of one crofter against the lives of your people?"