"The keep isn't too far from here."  Linan looks rather worn, but she's holding up better than her husband, who's already been wounded and is out of breath from carrying the daughter.  "It all started less than an hour ago, with the dragon swooping out of nowhere."<br/><br/>The little boy wandered his way up towards K'tanya, soft pleading in his eyes when his mother ignored his demand.  "Carry me!"<br/><br/>"The gate will still be open."  Cuth sounded weary in the way that a battle could draw forth the very spirit from a person.  "We just have to avoid the raiding parties."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the older daughter stopped for a moment, looking closely at Leena with...uncertainty.  It was a look that Leena was no doubt used to: fear and caution mixed with a hope that the daughter was incorrect in who she thought she was seeing.  She had to be incorrect, of course, since the pirate would be doing all sorts of terrible things if it truly was the dreaded Leena Underhill.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As they moved along, the choice on how to proceed became the obvious question.  Would the heroes fight their way through, sneak past, attempt to bluff attacking kobolds or something else entirely?