'Please,' a voice cries out from outside of the compound,
'please can... is anybody there? Please?'
There are two women walking along the river side, with a child of indeterminate sex in tow. They're both covered in mud and their clothes show days of wear through harsh terrain... but the woman in front is holding a bow, with an arrow ready to draw at a moment's notice. Although none of them look like they are natural fighters, she at least looks like she's prepared to try.