She looks back at him and nods. She saw that there was a sadness in his eyes, but she wanted to tell him everything. Why? She did not know. "After.. several.. times, a new leader of the group was chosen. He is the man that I see as my stepfather. He found out after he saw a burn mark on my back. They weren't very .. gentle." She then leans back a bit further as her arms started aching. "The men vanished without a trace. I suspect that my father had killed them. What he did to the bodies, I do not know. The rules changed. We weren't allowed to steal from the poor. People became kind and helpful." She then takes a break again. "For my 16th birthday I got my horse, Delduwath." She nods at the grey horse. "He's getting old though. I doubt if he'll last for another travel back to where my home is." She leaves a lot of information behind. Although she thought this was enough to tell a stranger like him. He was unknown to her and already knew more than most of the people back in the camp did.