Home in the clearing.

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: In a clearing, In the Woods, Ostiarum

Wim managed to get the work done fairly quickly. He made sure that both of his bosses had the impression that he was doing work for the other. This would keep them from searching for him for a while. If he was an expert in anything, making people think he was working while goofing off was his gift.

Getting access to a horse was no problem, Master Sabin's man ran the stable. So he told the man he needed the horse for work. No saddle, just a blanket, and a bit and bridle. He was not making a long trip, just following what ever had been calling him. He bought some food and a tarp in case the trip went over night.

He rode slowly up to the group. Hendrik came out of the ditch with Jiyn and Islana near by. He did notice the behavior of someone hiding something from others.

The “Sir” that Islana gave him boosted his ego a little bit.
“Well met!” He said to them warmly.
He smiled at them while trying to figure out a story to tell them that was not an outright lie and most certainly was not the truth. The view from the horse let him see down into the ditch.

His face paled a bit at the sight. It was not a case of seeing dead bodies that bothered him, it was because there were two Natives and two Ostiarium citizens.

“Who are they? What caused this and what people are they from?” Wim asked in a serious tone. Not strong enough to imply he thought he was in charge but strong enough to say he expected an answer. He did not want to sound like he was an idiot, which he was since he already clarified that point, out on his own in the woods. He also did not want to sound like an arrogant ass, which he also probably was but he was working on that. He was concerned and let that carry in his voice.

He was hoping the natives were not “friends” of his. He also hoped it was not something like a slavers or a romance that went wrong, messy stuff.

He waited for the answer from the group letting the horse shift if it needed to run if there was an attack while He was trying to deciding if he should dismount the horse or draw his sword. The horse’s muscles quivered at his indecision and the smell of death.

He already decided that the bodies could be carried back on his horse if needed wrapped in the tarp. He was not going to let them rot without some dignity and respect.