Aloizas looked sadly at the image of the village in the distance. His lips trembled, and the cold cut his cheeks. He shouldn't cry...Masters don't cry. Especially boys. He pursed his lips, saddled his horse and rode away. However, his horse soon braked when he heard the crunch of falling trees. The horse began to step back in fear:

"Huh? What is it?"

Aloizas looked at the horse, trying to calm it down. He became alert, listening. Trees have never been felled in these places...What's going on? He got off his horse, leaving it near the tree, and he headed towards the sound, frowning and holding a dagger at the ready