Fair enough. Miles drops his arm but doesn't stray far, keeping an eye on his double's brace and his gait. Not bad ... Huh. He might even be a little bit jealous. As much as anyone can be jealous of having a broken leg.

He leads them further into the outskirts of the village, where there's a small home right up next to the forest's edge. "Just so," he says with a weak smile. "We talked a mercenary fleet into joining us. You can't be more surprised by one villager."

Except that hillfolk are infinitely more stubborn than the average mercenary, but. Details.