The hour was quiet, eerily quiet. Despite being a village, you could hear the sound of the wind through the trees in the distance. You couldn't even hear so much as people walking through their huts or the village. When the food came, it wasn't extravagant, but it was hot food, and it was free, served by a three men who look like they work in a smithy or construction who couldn't be more than 20 or 25. The three bowed when they offered the food and strangely enough, stayed with them. The three men massaged Septar, Mortis, and Constance's backs. Unbeknownst to these women, this village survived on one thing, providing "escorts" to the area.