"Not that I was told, there are only five who live there currently. I haven't seen any." Leonardo likes the quiet of the North Village, so it is an excellent place to spend time. He is still pacing; feeling helpless is not really new to him, in terms of working with the Assassins and having no idea if they will succeed or die. But this is more alarming, for dying of starvation, thirst, or cold are far worse ways to go than a tragic but quick stabbing.

He tries to clear his head and focus on Mark, smiling faintly at him, his inner light diminished with worry but not gone. "I have a list so far," he taps his forehead, for he doesn't need paper, "and what they eat, where they are. Who needs a check up more than once a day." Mostly the dogs on that front, as cats and livestock are slightly more self-sufficient.

Finally he plops down in a seat. "Perhaps we can learn from this. Create stop points between here and other locations with small stashes of things, just in case."