A pack of five men have come through the gate and are nearing the house. Asher runs out to meet them and they stop.
"Hey, boy!" one of them shouts. He's clearly the oldest and stands ahead of the rest. His beard, braided in wiry ropes, is streaked with gray, and he wears an old sword strapped around his waist. "Have you seen a girl here? A girl with blue skin?"
All the men possess a weapon of some sort, and all look hostile.
Asher shakes his head.
He doesn't recognize any of the men, but one recognizes him. One with a thin face who holds a length of rope calls out to him. "'Ey, you're Amon's boy, aren't you? Where's your father? Tell him to come and meet us."
"I can't," Asher says.
"What?" The man lowers his rope and cocks his head to the side. "Why not? Where's your father, boy?"
Asher looks at the men with a stony expression. "He's dead."
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