A glance up at the sky told Brinisa that there would be no rain tonight. That was a relief given how much rain they had to trek through over the past few days. Her only pair of clothes were soiled and torn, and there was very little food to go around for everyone. She had never had to live in conditions like this. In fact she had never even left Noror prior to any of this. Their home was gone. She was to marry Palako, the chieftain's son. Only a month ago was she excited and eager for their marriage ceremony to begin, but they never had the chance. Palako was likely dead now, along with most of Noror. Visions of the massacre still haunted Brinisa every night. She could see her friends and family dying right before her eyes. She could see the goblins mercilessly throwing their steel weapons into the flesh of their victims. And she could see the dragon, the horrible fire beast that turned their home to ash. The fact that almost twenty of them had managed to escape together was something of a miracle itself. There were nineteen of them altogether. Only two were men, and both of them were elders well past their prime in fighting and hunting ability. The twins, Tyena and Sheni, had both been taught proper hunting techniques and the art of wielding bows. They were the only two trained warriors. All of the others were women near her own age or young children and infants, most of whom had lost their parents in the attack. With so little protection on their trek towards the coast, it was a wonder how they were still all together and alive after so many days of marching. At least until now... They were surrounded by a gang of ten bandits. The weapons they held were obviously stolen, for some were encrusted with jewels and made with the utmost precision. Being the daughter of a smith, she at least knew some things about metal work even if she had no idea how to use them. "I will not repeat myself again. Give us your weapons and your valuables," stated the largest man. He spoke to the daughter of their former chieftain, who had assumed the role of leader due to her bloodline. But she looked anything like a strong leader next to this enormous and terrifying looking man. He held a curved blade in his right hand that looked perfect for gutting anyone who angered him. The children began to cry in fear, and Brinisa found herself incapable of moving a muscle. There was no way they were all getting out of this alive.