Darion was surprised by the urgentness in the woman’s voice made him pause just for a moment and stare at her.  Why should he trust her?  The merchants had said these people acted friendly to him.  But as he watched her, and listened, he was figuring that she was one of the villagers.  He still didn’t trust her from the start.  What made him think he should follow her was when he moved over to a window at the front of the tavern, and looked out.<br/><br/>A Mob had gathered.  Torches pitchforks, all the fun stuff for a full mob.  “Ok lady. Lead the way.”  Darion said, moving away from the window and back through the building towards where he had come from.  A fight was not what he had wanted to have as soon as he got here.  And he had no reason to hurt these villagers.   Hell, he had come here to offer help, and a place to hide.<br/><br/>Darion got to the back of the building in time to see the woman from before climbing back out the window she had come in through.    And in time to see her shake her ass at them, definitely a good sight and almost enough to get him to follow on principle.  Doesn’t mean he still didn’t hesitate “Ugh, back out into the cold…  I came in here to get away from that.  Some heat would be welcome…”<br/><br/>After a look behind him as smoke started to come from the other side of the building.  With a loud grumble, Darion moved to the door he had first come through, he wouldn’t fit through the window.<br/><br/>Once through the door back out into the cold windy night, and the mud, Darion spotted the woman running away from the village and away from the direction he had first come from.  If the village hadn’t been baying for blood, even louder so someone probably had found someone else.  “Shit.”  With that, darion ran as fast as he could, following where the woman had gone, cursing the mud and the cold all the way.<br/><br/>Darion stopped running when the woman, and everyone else that had followed did.  The look he was giving the woman showed he didn’t trust her, but he would not go back to face the villagers.  Though he was planning to hurt that merchant that said the villagers were friendly.  “What the hell is going on?  I was told that the people here were friendly.”  He was trying to ignore the broken bridge for a moment.  It was impossible to ignore the little fox man and his cart, and horse.  “Were you the one who got them calling for blood?”  that was directed to Donchen.<br/><br/>After he got those out though he had to focus his attention on the broken bride and the chasm below it, and couldn’t miss the calls of the mob down the path.  “Is that our only escape?”  at the moment he didn’t really care that the others were mostly not human at the moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>