Kina nods her head as she takes a moment to swallow and takes the list of names back.

"That much I've been told. If you've not heard or seen anything about this, then I'm glad. I hope to keep it that way. This tastes amazing, by the way." she says, getting back to cleaning up her plate. 

After she finishes, she hands it back to her with a bow of her head. 

"Oh goodness, thank you so much. That hit the spot." she says. 

Just as you reach the barn, you look back to Bethann and the centaur, Bethann seems to be reading something, but you can make out no other details.  You turn and head inside to help Arn with the straw.

The woman gives a slight curtsey as she takes the platter, "Why thank you!  Two compliments in one day, a lady could get used to this."  She glances back at the barn to see if her husband was in earshot, but alas he had already disappeared inside.  She looks back to you, "anything else I can get you?  A cup of mead perhaps?"  She takes a step towards the house, but pauses awaiting your reply.

As you enter the barn, even though it is not very large, it is very well organized.  The wagon is near the center of the barn, facing the closed doors at the rear and the ox is nowhere in sight.  A glance inside shows your captive still trussed, hooded and unmoving except for his breathing.  Arn is raking the old straw from a vacant stall near the front and Arin climbing small stack of what look like empty grain sacks near the side wall of the barn.  He says over his shoulder, "yer ox is in the paddock out back, and the wagon is just fine where it is.  There's a wheelbarrow towards the back, if you can grab it and start shovelling this up as I rake it out, then we'll just need to throw some fresh straw down from the loft."

It takes the woman but a moment in the house to come back out with a mug of ale and bring it to your, saying as she approaches "and where are my manners!  I didn't even give you my name."  She hands you the drink, "my name is Bethann.  May I ask what we shall call you?"

Chesterfield quickly grabs his rapier and sheaths is on his belt. He throws his pack over one shoulder, his quiver over the other, and then tries to sneak off the other side of the cart. Stealth 17 If he is successful he will move into a position where he can take a shot with his short bow at one of the figures that are helping the injured one. Attack: 8 Damage: 9 Per my "Piercer" feat if that damage roll is below 2 then I will use this reroll no matter what it's number: 7

"By all means, dear Kina," she says.  "Just give a shout if you need anything, or tell Arn if you think of it before he finishes up out there."  She takes the mug and turns to return to the house.

You gather up your belongings and roll over the far side away from the men.  Just as you reach cover, you hear one of the exclaim, "where'd he go?" and hear footfalls coming around the wagon.  Pausing to look back, you see two of them still working towards the front of the wagon on the far side, and the third watching for movement in the scrub as he heads in your general direction.  "Couldn't ask for a better opportunity," you think and let an arrow fly.  Your shot is true, and strikes him center chest, causing him to stumble back a step before falling forward with a widening red stain on his tunic.

As you go about your nightly ablutions, you hear a few muffled words from inside and before you know it, Arn and the little one come out.  "You're all set up in there, ma'am."  He looks down and tussles the boy's hair.  "Say hi to our guest, Arin."  The boy stares up, eyes wide with wonder, and raises his hand in an absent-minded wave, still seemingly not believing his eyes.  Arn chuckles at him and coaxes him towards the house.  "Just let us know if there's anything else you need.  Once you head in, I'm gonna bar the door from the outside, no worries, you can lift it from inside, too, just don't want anyone else messing around in there overnight."

It takes only a handful of minutes with the both of you working to clear out the straw.  Arn scrambles up the ladder into the loft and starts throwing forkfuls of straw down into the now empty stall.  Arin comes over with an empty grain sack, and you help him fill it to fashion a pillow.  As you finish, he looks up and tugs your sleeve, "did you want a pillow too?"  Seems like a good idea, so while you smooth out most of the pile Arn has tossed down, Arin goes and get another sack and the two of you make a second pillow.  Back down from the loft, Arn looks in the stall with a nod, "looks about as good as we can make it."  He looks at you, "I hope you don't mind sharing the barn, but I doubt she'll be able to reach you in the loft.  Once she comes inside, I'll close and bar the doors to discourage any other trouble.  If you do need out, just slip a blade between the doors and you can lift the bar, so no worries."  He picks up a couple of dented tin cups, hangs one on a nail at the top of the inside of one of the doors, and ties a length of twine to the second, and ties the other end of the twine to a similar nail on the other door.  He turns to you, "once the doors are closed, loop that string over the other nail, so if anyone tries to open the doors, the cups will clank together.  Not much of a security system, but at least you'll have some warning."  Seeing understanding in your eyes, he claps you on the shoulder and heads over to the centaur.

You continue down the road for the remainder of the afternoon, and as the sun starts getting low, you see a cluster of buildings just a little further ahead.  Looks to be a pair of farmhouses and a single barn.  Judging by the unkempt state of the surrounding fields, it does not seem like they are currently occupied.

Chesterfield grabs another arrow and takes aim at one of the other figures, as long as they didn't notice. Attack: 7 Damage: 3 Damage reroll if first d6 is less than 2: 7 Plus sneak attack damage if they don't see him: 6