November 13, in the farm.
The old woman watches Casparan closely as he responds to her questions. When the Warrior-Monk is finished, she sighs and nods. Something seems to collapse within her, and she suddenly seems a lot older and smaller.
"You may go."
She turns to the man with the dogs. "Bring their bags and have someone get their ponies."
Her announcement creates a bit of a flurry of no's, but a glower to each side is enough to quell them. That and a dirty look from the big man with the dogs.
The young woman beside the man with the dogs moves over to the old woman and puts out an arm for the old woman to lean on. "About what we talked about Gran'ma ...? They still need a guide. You can't send Caleb."