Barbas quickly picked his bow up with his other hand, seeing Rungo come towards him. He pulled the arrow out of his hand, cringing his face as he did so. Barbas gulped, getting ready for Rungo. "No, I do not think that in the slightest." He stated. As good as I am, this guy is far better, you'd have to be blind not to see that. And with all of those archers, I'm done for.

Rungo lept onto the roof of the hut and grabbed Barbas and landed a hard painful punch to the stomach and then lifted and threw him off the roof of the hut.

"It seems your wiser then you look. Admit your defeat, if we continue further, I will do alot worse then just crack your ribs with a forceful throw." Rungo shouted.

Barbas grabbed his side in pain. "I...admit.....defeat." Said Barbas, coughing between his words. Dammit, I can't believe this. He isn't human. Barbas' minded raced, he knew he could do nothing, he knew he was weaker than Rungo.

"You are charged with murder." Rungo said. "The proof is right over there, your arrow, his neck. At dawn tommorow, you will be exiled from the village, until then you will remained shackled to the wall, left to deal with the cold."

Rungo jumped down and looked at Barbas.

"Now get to your feet!" He shouted and kicked him hard in the side. "If I ever catch you in my village again, I'll kill you myself."

Barbas coughed, grasped his side. "Why can't you just throw me out now?" He questioned. He struggled once more to get up, breathing heavily. His mind, consumed with thought, his vision blurred from the beating he had recently taken.

"I don't put my people at risk by letting in Wolfen. If I opened that gate, they'd swarm in. If I threw you over, you might die on impact or be torn apart. As I said, I am not a murderer." Rungo said.

Barbas sighed, his vision slowly returning to normal. "Fine." He intended to stay up the entire night, but after what had happened, he was ready for some sleep. "Where are the shackles?" he questioned.

He was taken and dragged to a stone wall near a shack as he was dragged to the shackles. It was exposed to the elements and very cold. They attached both shackles. there he lay against the cold stone wall. Shackled. A prisoner till dawn.

"When day breaks, you will be set free, never return." One of the shacklers said and then both left.

Barbas thought. never return, easily done. He remained deep in thought for several minutes. "After I get out of here, I'll go have some real fun." He said ot himself, closing his eyes and slowly falling asleep.

The next morning would only come too soon. The night was restless for some and for other's easily slept. Nil's body was buried, his weapon a gravemarker. all the remained of where he lay was the crimson red snow. Eton awoke, his wound was sore. He wondered what all that noise had been about last night. Had something happened?

Barbas slowly came to, he slept light that night. He yawned. "Morning yet?" He asked himself, yawning once more. "Can't wait to get out of this god forsaken town." Barbas was angry that Rungo was stronger than him, he didn't believe it to be true.

During the night, she had slipped into a meditative state of rest, her eyes rolled back, still in her cross legged position in the snow.

As morning dawned, and the orange glow of the sun shined upon the village; the light engulfing the area slowly as the great star rose in the distant skies. She'd awaken as the light would run across her herself, eyes settling back into a frontal view; immediately she'd shake her head of grogginess, flakes of snow falling from her and onto the ground below. In what sounded like a grumble under her breath, she'd pick herself up straight, arching her back and stretching in a deep yawn. "Ah, dawn has come again" She'd say to no one particularly, hands settling onto her hips, sighing; her stomach rumbled some, she had never gotten that food from yesterday evening.

The rusty colored mount lifted it's head as sunlight emerged from the sky. Daryl yawned and stretched out his legs, resting back on the saddle. There was a rumbling noise, and he laughed as he realized it originated in his wyvern's stomach. "Are you hungry?" He said to her, and began to look for something to eat.

Eton sat up on his bed and looked at Serene. She was still asleep. He figured he might as well see what happened. He got out of bed and walked outside and looked around. He spotted a blood stain on the snow, a large fresh one. Someone must have gotten injured pretty badly. He wondered if it involved that archer. And then he looked to his right. Tara was standing nearby to the left.

"Morning, Tara, you sleep well?" He asked her.

"I guess, you could say that" It was a type of sleep after all, that meditation. Her long flowing hair swaying some as she'd abruptly turn herself in his direction. She gave him a seductive smile. "Yourself, Deary?" She'd add, pulling her hands behind her head, fingers slipping into her raven colored mane and bending her back slightly, stretching again.