Abigail speaks again, with more daring than before, and the dwarf chimes in too, offering to spend coin, and perhaps a jest, but stone pillars aren’t funny, not in this region. Sensing the situation rapidly spiralling out of his control, Peter decides to end his involvement whilst still holding the attention of the populace. “Ver well. Ya can, the fir of ya, stay here, for wan night. The Ivy Star can house ya. An in the morning, an owa after dawn, ya will be on the way out. Ya cause trouble, any trouble, ya leave then. And Abigal, witch child, I want ya leaving with tham,” Peter’s gaze passes right over the young girl, and fixes Delilah with a stare. A warning though, not an ousting, yet. With that the headman of Tanhok spit a large glob onto the earth and presses his foot on it hard, signalling the end of his deliberation. He turns and hobbles away on his stick.<br/><br/>The crowd disperses; the distraction was interesting and welcome, but work, chores, or pleasure calls, and so they follow their headman. The curiosity of a few burns a little brighter, and some even heard enough to warrant staying out of a business interest. Taiben, a middle aged man whose hands are scared with numerous, painful looking burn marks, and Katica, a younger woman with glassy, drooping eyes, who is currently consoling her elf blooded child, glaring dagger at Abigail intermittently. The pair are both moonshiners, and are wondering how best to approach the enigmatic Zweites with their wares. And then there’s Slavtisa, who strolls up boldly to the dwarf, then past him to stand beside the wagon.“May I examine your wares, outlanders?”