Dakshana huddled deeper beneath her furs - they weren’t nearly as soft as the furs Chadstone had wrapped her in, as he brought her back from the dead - and tried to ignore the growing noise outside. She reached for the spear she’d set beside her bed just in case, but it didn’t sound like an angry mob, and there was no sign of fire, but she couldn’t be too cautious.
When she saw shadows pass her windows, she rolled up into a crouch and scooped up her spear.
The Elders were outside. One of them said,
“What village are you from?”
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