Soran didn't reply to Kandel's attempt at conversation. He didn't feel like talking; he was thinking about his children, not Bree. Leila would have been seven today, he had suddenly realized when the young thief had reminded him of Rik. She had always been his little g.irl. He had called her Butterfly, because she flitted about like one of the bright creatures and she brought a smile to his face. She hadn't much resembled a butterfly when the soldiers came to the farm though...
"DADDY!!!"
He could hear her screaming for him, long past the time she was out of sight. The big man who'd thrown her over his shoulder had had a cruel glint in his eye. And he had been helpless to make the monsters leave his baby alone...
He shook his head. Some things were better left buried, so with an effort, he roused himself and turned toward Kandel.
"I'm sorry, I was thinking of something else," he explained. "I don't know what to think about the Breelanders defending themselves. I wonder if there are enough of us to take them on. It is a whole town, and there's only the five of us, after all."
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