Another man catches the platinum piece, which he quickly brings to his lips and bites down upon hardly. The nod of approval is given to the red-head and he waves you through, holding out a wooden token to Absalom. The token is branded with the Lord's seal. "Show this to any other collectors you may happen upon as proof that you've all ready paid the tax." With that, your passage is granted. The trip from the tax collectors to your next potential pit-stop flies right back. In fact, its all most as if you've only been travelling moments when one of you notices a dark cloud in the upcoming distance. As you grow nearer, its quite clear that it is not in fact a cloud but billowing smoke from a farm stead up ahead. A small farm house is nestled within a now blazing field, the fiery lines threatening to engulf the stead as well.