Adrian's eyes looked tired from his injuries, but that was not all Bogdan saw in those orbs. It was a sense of guilt, perhaps from his inability to help his friends. From the past, Adrian always proved himself a faithful friend to those around him, and that included Bogdan too. As Adrian nodded to him, Bogdan nodded back. He extended his hands to comfort Adrian, but pulled back midway through, fearful for touching an unseen wound. 

Hesitantly, Bogdan tore away from Adrian and Grigory, who were now taken care of by Chiudka. To be honest, Bogdan knew Chiudka would be a very valuable person in this situation. As his anger from Chiudka's previous provocation died down, having settled to the back of his mind but not completely fading, he realized it would be better for the woman to dress Grigory's wound. A hindsight, but somewhat of a foolish mistake. He rarely let his emotions dictated his trade endeavors, and he would place a more cautious eye on his emotions in daily life. 

Bogdan then took off to the tavern entrance, where a sizable group of people now gathered. He could recognize many familiar faces amongst them, Vasily, Pavel the Younger, Petya and his “cousins”, Oskar and Oksana. He watched as a wounded Oksana, who barely stood on her feet, engaging in a conversation with her brother that ended with her boots in Oskar's vulnerable area. Bogdan couldn't help but muster a small smile, Oksana was always self-determined, and Oskar always seemed to forget.

After the initial exchange between the siblings, rest of the party made dialogues between themselves. For most of the parts, Bogdan remained silent, taking in every detail of the words. He watched Vasily and Antonia, father and daughter together in an unfortunate tragedy. It would be unfair for anyone to be caught in this situation, but for a young child such as Antonia, it would be a horrifying experience for many years to come. He also saw young Pavel, a blacksmith and somewhat of a polymath. Bogdan was suppose to ask Pavel about his trade requests, as they have done for the last two years. But now, he doubt this particular subject would be anywhere close to Pavel's thoughts.

Finally, there was Petya, the hunter who also remained silent during the conversation. Petya's father was an old friend of Bogdan's father, along with old Pavel and a few others, they were the finest archers and trackers of Adishi. Speaking of hunting, Bogdan remembered Petya's hunting group from earlier today. They were still out and about when he returned, it could be mean they were caught by the black spirits.

“Petya,” as the group started to diverge, Bogdan called. He had questions, perhaps now would not be the perfect time for curiosity; Bogdan simply needed to know. “What happened out there? Old Pavel, he supposed to be with you. I don't see him here, is he...” Bogdan caught himself mid-sentence, he took a glance behind Petya and his suspicions were confirmed.

“I'm sorry,” Bogdan wasn't sure what to say. Old Pavel was not too much of a familiar figure to him, but nevertheless, a loss was never fortunate. “Come in here, Chiudka will treat any wounds you have, after she cared for Adrian and Grigory.” Grabbing a cup of Chiudka's tea, Bogdan handed the cup over to Petya and pointed to two chairs in the corner. 

“They are saying things about the witch, and rumors about it, her. Tomorrow, after we treated the wounded and buried the dead, we need to find out what happened with her.” Bogdan said to Petya. He fished out the last piece of tablecloth, a smaller piece unused for Grigory, and gave to Petya for cleaning his cuts. “Many good souls died tonight, they deserve answers, we deserve answers.”