Iona breathed a lungful of fresh air, as she walked with the group. Barrels of straw rested on their earthen beds, as they soaked in the dew dipped first rays of sunshine, adding their fragrance to the air. The puffs of clouds that scattered all along the blue skies looked as if the rains hardly affected the atmosphere here. Wind whipped her hair back as she searched for the first signs of the last house sitting on the edge of the village.
"If we are lucky, then we won't cross people working in the field," Rolfe murmured from behind.
"But I believe Caleb's magic is pretty good and we are masked by it," she replied.
"Yes, but the king is very clever and cruel, Iona," Rolfe sighed. They spotted the house in the distance and he pointed to it. "We have to head towards that hut. We will start our work from there."
