Half-Lamias
Ileus didn't answer her. He looked ahead at the faint lights that were emanating from the undraped windows and doors of the wattle-and-daub homes that were made of thatched roofs and stones. The village looked quaint. Gusts of breeze from the ocean made the tree branches groan. It was strange that there was hardly any noise coming from the village. They reached the nearest home. Kaizan dismounted his horse and asked for instructions to the place of stay. A child who had come out told them about it and they immediately started.