Anastasius continued to stroke his chin, turning to watch Atnorsa.<strong>"Hard to say,"</strong>he answered,<strong>"But they smashed the wine and mead bottles and they stopped short of tearing the other bunk apart.  So I'd say they found it, or where interrupted..."</strong><br/><br/>Then he stops talking and steps back over to watch and listen carefully to the words of the slave.  He smiled at her and moved closer reaching out to stroke her hair and then to caress her cheek.<br/><br/><strong>"Safe enough for now it seems,"</strong>he muttered,<strong>"But there is something wrong with this place.  Something happened here, and may or may not be done with this place.  I wonder if anyone up at the village knows anything?"</strong>