"But Aunt Hian, we know which road to take!" Nikhil protests as Hian walks them out of town the next morning. The donkey's panniers are bulging with new acquisitions. "Well, if I show you, then I will know that you know which road to take." She grins at Nikhil's irritation and walks on. Orun is too small for a wall, so the houses just get more and more spaced apart. She stops when she gets to the last of them, fields stretching out before her, and a mostly empty road. Mostly empty. Hian squints in sudden suspicion at the small figure in the distance.