Once more the adventurers were approaching the keep, trying to remain undetected. The family followed behind, the parents doing their best to shush the children who occasionally wanted to ask a question at exactly the wrong moment, but luckily not one group of hostiles did notice this. Instead, as they had to dash through a door to get out of view of one of those big lizards they had seen from further away earlier, they noticed some scared faces staring back at them from the house. There were four of them... three adults and a child... three males. A boy, a younger and an older man.

At first it looked like they would attack them, but as soon as they noticed Linan and Cuth dashing in after the adventurers, they relaxed. "Swifts", the woman whispered, calming down the two older men. "Almost stabbed you we did", the not quite young but not that old man remarked and placed his weapon (it looked like a skinning knife) back onto his belt. "Why are you here... and who are these?" he continued after a while with a puzzled look on his face.

Linan looked back and forth between Cuth and the adventurers, her husband reacted to this by rubbing his forehead with his healthy hand. "Not really the time to explain. We must reach the keep soon, who knows when Nighthill has to close the gates", was his reply. That being said, he glanced at the four adventurers and the swiftness of that move made quite clear what he wanted. It was to know whether they could afford to take these people with them... they were almost there by now, but these people and critters, whatever they were after, were also gathering in higher numbers.