Save the wounds on the steeds, the site was somewhat familiar. The lands from which she traveled yielded much in the way of untended and domesticated boons. Men wrought of fierceness and cold guarded well their hard won or ill gotten gains; the site could only testify that the owners were driven off or killed and their possessions taken.<br/><br/>Gathering her pelts closer to her emaciated frame, Ádísa leaned against the longhouse frame and watched the procession of animals. This was sign that the lands were too dangerous to travel alone; the lone wanderer had made the right decision to seek shelter amongst others. While the warmth of the fires within called to her, Ádísa's dreams and curiosity needed satiation.<br/><br/>Besides, perhaps she could lay claim to further goods that others would shun. These would be forgotten and time and could be sold for a longer stay.