You get very close to the village, and then hide in the grass. Thanks to your exceptional skill in hiding and camouflage, you are absolutely sure that if no one spotted you coming, no one will be able to find you here...besides, humans are not very observant creatures. You have noticed that those living in the village never look around, like any animal does. You used to find it strange, but then it occurred to you that maybe it is due to the fact that there are no wild animals preying on village-dwellers.
The village in noisy and dirty, as always. The odours coming from it offend your senses: it is a mixed scent of filth and faeces, probably emanated by their animals....they keep them in their houses. There is faint nice scent, mixed here and there: you recognize it as the scent of fresh bread. Shiri's mother makes it everyday, so it is familiar to you. There are other scents carried by the spring breeze: the scent of many horses, mixed with the harsh scent of sweat, iron and leather....probably the soldiers are in the village right now. There are also some flowers, somewhere in the village.
The villagers scurry around, each of them busy in his own labours: there are people coming and going from the fields, many children playng around, and some artisans working in the open. Every adult seems to be busy, and no one is wandering around.
You hear many of them speaking about mostly irrelevant topics (although interesting), for example the coming weather, their hopes about the harvesting, or about the wondrous biscuits made by aunt Theira.
You listen to them for a while, then you get restless and start making wide circles around the village, hidden in the grass. With a little bit of patience, you manage to estabilish a safe route, and you can concentrate on the observation of the village. Sadly, it is built according to an erratic plan, and there is no way to get a closer look on it's inner side, without rising in the air.
Fortunately enough, however, after an hour mayb, you notice a dozen of armed men riding out of the village, and going east. The heavy scent of sweat and iron emanates from them like a cloud, and you understand that they are soldiers coming from the nearest city. At the same time, however, another movements catch your attention: there are three people coming out of the village: the young wizard you saw this morning, his armored bodyguard, and another one: a woman with short brown hair, a hard expression, wearing unexpensive and comfortable clothing. She is armed with a single knive on her belt, and follows the wizard in the same position held by her male and armored counterpart.
The wizard, named Cordel, as you recall, walks out of the village, followed by the extremely curious eyes of the paesants. He ignores them, concentration on something else: his eyes wander around in an absend-minded manner, and he seems to be expecting something, or thinking about a very important matter. He heads for the forest, but you don't think that he is actually going somewhere: he is just walking, and thinking around.
You see no sign of the nice woman who was with him this morning.