Brorda's men are marched down the road toward Tomworth, Cumara now mingled amongst the black-cloaked warriors that hold them prisoner. The village is now far behind them and the forest silent but for the shuffle of feet. Cumara senses the time is near from the glances exchanged. He makes eye contact with the guard from last night; a slight silent nod indicates all is ready. He hasnt seen nor heard Teceri since last night, but he trusts his friend is near. Cumara inhales deeply, a last moment before everything changes. He raises his hand high, a hand wrapped in a red cloth, the signal is given.