She almost turned back, hearing the scuffle inside. Annoyed, Masina considered what might go wrong. Quintus underestimated the women. It probably had something to do with him. Maybe he'd taken a hit in the crotch. The imagery made her smirk. Whatever it was seemed under control before she'd fully made up her mind it would be worth the effort to go see.<br/><br/>As she made her way across the field the sound of the bees was reassuring. At least as long as there was buzzing she could tell herself the land wasn't dead, not totally anyway. Whatever curse had sanitized the place must be gone, or the bees wouldn't be here. The vineyard must have tempted them, it made sense the bees would be the first to return. Maybe there should be birds too, the grapes would tempt them.<br/><br/>She was making excuses, she knew. Something was wrong here, bad wrong. The kind of wrong Masina wouldn't be able to force into right. She leaned on the watch tower and frowned. Whatever it was, she'd be the one that had to figure it out. The men would keep themselves busy breaking in the slaves, oblivious to all but their physical needs.<br/><br/>She took a long sip from her wineskin and capped it off with a weary sigh. Turning from the tower Masina went back into the vineyard hoping to find ripe grapes.