Ellyn figured that the journey to the next village wouldn't take them too much longer, especially at the pace that they were going. Maybe they would be able to make it in time, maybe the villagers were still alive and well. She noticed that Alanna frequently picked up different weapons and she couldn't help but allow herself smile. It seemed as if the raven was rather determined to become better with weapons. She knew that Alanna understood that things weren't going to be the same anymore. She couldn't help but worry that she would lose her bubbly friend; surely this journey wouldn't change them too much. They had to be strong but not lose themselves in the process.<br/><br/>They had been running for more than an hour until there was a beaten path towards the next village. Before she could see it, she knew death haunted the area, the pillars of smoke tainting the azure sky. She let out a sigh as she slowed her pace to a brisk walk. She could hear the sobs and wails of those who had been severely injured, left to suffer. Ellyn's emerald hues hardened at the sounds and as they neared the village, she felt herself slowly becoming detached from her emotions. She knew that they would be seeing a lot of death on this journey, there was no need to be a bleeding heart over it every time they say it.<br/><br/>She was quiet as they entered the village, she listened intently for the sound of boots of the cobbled stone, yet she heard nothing. While they were here, they needed to stock up on nourishment and locate a map. It pained her to know that they had been too late, but she would make sure that they would make it to the King in time. She couldn't let her village down, her father down, and she couldn't let Alanna down. She stopped beside the market area, peaking around the corner, before looking back over at Alanna. "I'm going see if there is anything of use in the shops. I want you to look for food and something to hold fresh water in, alright? And if you find anything that we could use grab it, but we must travel light."<br/><br/>She placed a hand on Alanna's shoulder before she jogged into the market area, going from shop to shop. Her search was a bit disappointing as she could only find a few maps and a few knives. She ignored the clothes that were in the shop, among other unimportant items. She grabbed a bag from the shop, looking at the dead shop owner. "I hope you don't mind me taking this," she said gently before slinging the bag around her shoulder, placing the items she had inside of it. She moved cautiously through the village, searching for the stable area. If they could find at least one horse, that would be a Godsend. She moved towards the back of the village, searching for a stable.<br/><br/>She could only hope the English hadn't destroyed all of the livestock.