The male gave a slight nod of his head as he listened and glanced over the poster, "Is he your brother?"<br/><br/>Of all the things he should have learned he never learned how to read properly. Only small things here and there that amounted to children's books. The young man kept quiet as he thought about the picture trying to remember if he had seen someone like that pass through the village or not. Some part of him was sure he hadn't as the person sounded like the kind to kill rather than chat with natives that had little that was worth value. The East envaders only seemed interested land, gold, silver and other valuable things they could sell to their own people.<br/><br/>The facts reminded him that they were were a shallow breed clouded by the sin of greed. The concept of the sins weren't lost on the native populous. They too had the primise of the fatal sins but they inluded more than what the invaders did. He shook his head before turning his attention to the wilds around them, "There is a river over to the left of us. If we follow it we can reach the next village quicker than traveling the roads. Two hours or so of riding instead of four."