<div style="text-align: justify;">The barbarian boy chasing Lizette knew he wouldn't catch her. It wasn't his intention to do so, though. He wanted to know where she was going, and that would suffice. So he didn't really strive to catch her. It wasn't in his best interest to do so. Running after her was easy enough for the boy, him being used to this job in the group.<br/><br/>When Lizette finally noticed him, the boy had already established a pace, and he wouldn't stop now. The others didn't really need him to fight, so he would stay where he was the most useful.<br/><br/>The boy noticed he had been spotted when Lizette started running faster. He picked up his pace just a little in order to not lose her sight, and kept on running. There was different something about this girl, and he wanted to know what it was.<br/><br/>Back in the village, the residents were divided in two groups. The ones who didn't fight were frightened and did as they were told. The ones who did wielded their weapons and prepared for battle. They knew the chances of survival were slim, but they just had to hold on and to chase the barbarians away from their women and children.<br/><br/>Inside Ian's house, Brietta washed up, got dressed and started eating with a somber expression. The girl and the man ate in silence, Brietta not taking her eyes off Ian. When he finally finished, the girl got up and placed the dishes by the fire. They would be taken care of later. She then picked up a sword for herself and her uncle's battle ax. "May the gods favor us", she murmured as she opened the door of the house.</div>