After a moment of hesitation, the thief picks up the child, seeing little enough reason to leave him here. He's not really sure what will happen to the young thief, though he assumes he'll just disappear with the dream when waking happens. Still it's no reason to leave him on the cliff overlooking the carnage, and he'll turn away from the scene as well.

Thanks to the landscape (or maybe it's the dreamscape), they don't have to walk far for the village to fade from sight and hearing. The night is lit by moon and stars, the sands cool in Nut's embrace. "We were a village of thieves," he begins, cadence of his words matching the cadence of his footsteps. "They came without warning. I suppose they justified it as extermination of a nest of pests. It was murder."