The party follows Martin. With a smile, the young acolyte slows and falls in step with the group.
Halfway to Tres, another group comes into view, travelling toward you. It is a dozen villagers-young and old, men and women. They meet you on the road, and after a few moments of whipsering amongst the townspeople, they push an older man with a rust brown beard and thin hair toward you.
"Go on Cort, tell um" a women loudly urges.
"Yes go on" says another.
"Tell them how ya saw it at night, and it was huge, and how it ran off, like you said to the northeast." another adds.
"Yea go on Cort!" they all chime as if a chorus.
The man , obviously Cort, just stands there as if dumbfounded.