“Oh I knew I had a good feeling about you, thank you young lad. All-maker bless ya…” She said. He nodded at her before turning to the door, giving her one last, cautious glance before closing it and backing away from the hut. He patted the pocket where his brick was kept, ensuring it was still there. He held the torch aloft in his left hand, briefly the flames licked at the exposed neck where his helmet met his cuirass as he past the torch from one hand to another. 