"Kingdom, like a castle?" Sachet turned to look at the woman who had suddenly made an appearance, and blinked as he was presented with many shades of blue. "Uhh." He stared at her for a second, surprise on his face. His grip on the map slipped a little, the bottom of the parchment brushing the grass, as he tried to compute this new person. "Gang member...?" he guessed nervously, his speculation was interrupted by a different voice.<br/><br/>Sachet turned and stared listlessly at the dark wings as the man spoke, and slowly rolled up his parchment the second the man had finished. "There's nuthin' behind the meadow to describe." He claimed, eyes averted to the ground. "There's nothing, it just keeps going. Stupid map's wrong." He clutched aforementioned map to his chest, and glanced abashedly up at the group. "But the meadow's nice anyway, it's not creepy like the village place- and, uh. There's a<span style="font-style: italic">lot </span>more people in the field than in the village too." he punctuated the last point, straining its importance.