"It's not....it's not like we understand what's happening." said Canar, giving an incredulous look to where the construct was tirelessly plugging away, and where the farm had been restored. His wife gave a nervous-looking nod of agreement. "But if you feel like you've got to go to keep us safe....well, I don't want you to do that, but.....reckon you're right, don't want to be keeping you here if you've got dangerous people coming after you. We'll just say we didn't know anything, and you ran into the mountains. But listen, son--"<br/><br/>"--you can come back whenever you need to!" interrupted Maram, visibly trying to choke back tears. "Listen....I don't know if it'll help, but--I've heard things, when I went to town. There's other people who don't get on with the Realm or the Good Kings. They say slaves have been disappearing from the plantations and the markets in Hacre, and it's got the Good Kings scared. Whoever it is, maybe they could help you...if you can find them?"<br/><br/>"E...excuse me?" came a voice from off to one side. One of the mercenaries was approaching before his fellows, with what he probably intended to be a winning smile on his face. One of the others gave him a nudge forward.<br/><br/>"Um....sorry to interrupt...whatever you're talking about. Wh....what about us? We did what you asked, right? And we're not going to tell anyone--are you going to let us go? Or is there something else you want us to do--"