Peeking out from between the trees, Asiria studied the farmstead carefully.  It seemed normal enough—perhaps recently abandoned—but the tingling in the back of her neck wouldn’t go away.<br/><br/>She circled the farmstead, slowly, making a complete circuit without leaving the trees.   She listened intently, and looked for any sign of light within, or smoke from the chimney.<br/><br/>Then she found an way to sneak closer—probably through the fields.<br/>