"I knew all of them. We're old friends." Alban stood up and made his way to them in a route that hid what was left of his arousal. Standing behind Roxie he wrapped his arms around her again. This time more casually, hiding himself. "They were the heads of the founding families. Now it's Roxie and Lance, Gods help us." he sighed, that was going to be a bigger problem now.<br/><br/>"So the elders of the village were assassinated."Willow seemed deep in thought, like she was reworking a mental map. She said something in her Native American language, Alban nodded slightly in agreement.