The horse-drawn wagon swayed on the rocky entrance of the Mistshire settlement as it passed by the wooden gate. All three of them were stretching their necks to see even a hint of a lit campfire or even a silhouette of a person.
"Wha-what's happening? Where's everyone?" exclaimed Lanzo, putting the wagon to a stop. He jumped out and hurriedly headed toward the nearest hut.
"Jacob!" Emery called out as he also got out of the second wagon and went after the old man. Lanzo followed suit, although a bit limping behind, but the two youngsters had drawn their swords, in case of any danger that might head their way.
"Hey! Is anyone there!" Jacob's muffled shouting exited the hut but only the eerie silence replied in return. Emery almost bumped into Jacob, but Jacob didn't mind him not one bit as he entered another hut.
