User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180106174616

The road east is rougher than the ones before it, and the landscape begins to churn, transforming from the green, rolling  farmdales to a rougher landscape. On either side of him Marcus can see the oddly spaced tracts of land nestled between immovable crags and swells, and the fields that lie there. It's plain to him that this land couldn't be more perfect for ambush, and that the farmers here must have a lot on their hands to deal with. His keen senses that eyes watch him from distant trees.

But also, he sees the farmers going about their tasks. A flock of Weresheep ambles about, watched by a Kobold as she leans on a staff. A pair of Holstaurs doze beneath a distant tree. It's rough country, but that's not stopping these folks.

And then, he sees Aegis. She's  ways down the road, sitting on a stone fence, her back to Marcus as she watches the field.

And, she's chatting with a boy. A young man, perhaps sixteen, strong of arm and with straw-blonde hair, dressed in common clothes and leaning on the wall beside her. He's quite close to her, and before anyother judgment can be made about their relationship, it reveals itself in a happy laugh from both of them, from some shared joke.