"The dead who walk," Mil repeated in a whisper, her eyes gazing at the animals that had entered the village, thouh her thoughts drifted far away.<br/><br/>Her reverie was broken by the sudden clang of the bell summoning the able bodied to the main hall. She turned to Gautiir questioningly, and he resonded only with a short nod before hefting his sword andstepping past her to trudge towards the hall, his men and Milyausha following behind.<br/><br/>Walking across the open ground she noticed the one woman feeding one of the horses, she seemed to be avoiding gong to the hall. Mil wasnt sure about the reasoning for this, she was one of north people, why would she be nervous about being among her own? She made herself a mental not to ask Gautiir about it later if she had not found out herself by then, of course, she was sure her friend was going to be exhausted with her continual string of questions, but he hadn't seemed annoyed by them yet!