[h3]Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Yanin, Jaelnec, Nabi, Jordan and Madara – Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
Vela's eyes widened in surprise when Jordan took the mention of the tree and its gruesome adornments as a cue to apologize for having briefly left her uncertain as to the fate of half their group.
“It's quite all right, no need to apologize,” she told him with the most grandmotherly smile she could muster, though given what they had [I]just[/I] talked about the smile was understandably strained. “I'm just glad you're all okay. On a day like today, we've gotta appreciate small mercies like that.”

Later, when Yanin offered his own strategic insights on how they could handle the situation, Quintin scratched his cheek and stared at the map for a second, then pointed to the shape on it annotated “tool shed”. “There's a small shed here,” he informed them. “Fairly central and removed from the other buildings, and with sight-lines to two of the three entrances. There's a door, so he could even just close that and be concealed.”
He then moved his finger to point at the northern wall of the farmstead, to the right of where he had marked and annotated the door. “There was... less of a window and more of a shuttered peek-hole right about here. Looked to be barely big enough to get your hand through.”
Caleb looked from Yanin to the map, then back to Yanin. “As you witnessed yourselves in the bedroom, I am quite able to maintain invisibility as long as I do not move, yes.”