He thinks he might be getting the hang of this. He's been studying at the library again, because really, what else is there to do right now? Learning about snares, about hunting, about how to skin animals, everything that might make their lives a little easier. It's been a long time since he had to study anything like this.

And now for the long trek back to the North village.

He heads out past the inn, intending to nip in to see if anything was happening. Good to keep up with news. He pauses outside, frowning as he hears a voice. Familiar somehow, although he can't quite place it. Like something he might have dreamed.

He follows it around towards the jailhouse, face drawn into a deep frown as he rounds the corner and sees...

"Fuck."