The men recently present upon the Dead Man’s Raft had advanced in every direction of the village-turning the well respected businesses upon their heads by breaking glass and noses to try and attain answers to locate the runaways. In a wise advance, Crow had led the women beneath the dock of the ships, allowing them the cover of the wooden overhang to remain unseen-while also keeping close enough to hear of the upcoming decisions that would be made by Marrow or any of his men. The ingenious sanctuary occupied by the threesome had allowed for them to speak without issue of being seen as the steps above them acted as silencers to their taboo location.
“How long will we remain? Surely we will become ill if we stay indefinitely…” Genevieve questioned as she began to feel the inner chill of a
