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Sören looks at each of his companions in turn, then nods before turning his back to the now blazing tavern. He begins to walk, Duneyrr at his side. In the distance he can hear the sound of people shouting and hurrying about. Already the news of the incident inside the tavern has spread, and no doubt word of what happened after the arrival of the soldiers will come to light soon enough. The northman picks up his speed a bit.

Soon his wagon come into view, parked just where Duneyrr had left it. Approaching it carefully Sören takes a look around it and then inside, frowning when he sees the spilled apple barrel. He shoots Duneyrr an annoyed look but says nothing. "There should be room for the lot of you in the wagon. Duneyrr is stronger than he looks. I'll walk beside him until we get out of this accursed village. As you said, we'll head through the northern gate, after that, I'll leave the directions up to the rest of you."