The wind howled amid the night scratching against the barn's doors.
A small fire burned in the middle of the barn offering some warmth to Uriel and Urlo as they huddled around it.
Zeresha sat in a stall fast asleep, but aside from the three of them the barn was empty, several troughs were empty of any water and fed, seaming to have been abandoned for at least a week.
No doubt, it was the work of the soldiers, Uriel was certain of that much, they were thieving dogs who couldn't do anything other than steal and murder.
The more he thought about the atrocities of the soldiers the angrier he became as it brought memories flashing back, then he was suddenly struck by a realization as he remembered the laws of the druids regarding theft and murder.
Murderers were to be executed and thieves have their hands cut off, it was indeed a good law as far as he was concerned, and one that brought him a sense of calm.
