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No one had seen or heard from Hougen since the events of the previous night. The tyrant had remained in his hut, no doubt trying to cheer himself up with thoughts of Gin and John’s horrible deaths. Hunters didn’t dare open the hut’s door to provide Hougen his meals, instead opting to leave kills at the door and offer Hougen the chance to come and collect them. He never did. A young fawn, a few chickens, and a pig were left in a pile, bits of frost and snow collecting on them as they remained untouched. Hougen’s lackeys would eye the feast, though none of them were stupid enough to try and take a bit of meat for themselves. A scout padded into the base, coming to a stop at the base of the stairs. For the past few hours, he’d been acting as a spy and following the Ohu Army’s movements. He needed to make a report. The male swallowed hard, calculating all the ways things could go horribly wrong. Perhaps he could just not turn in his report? Surely, the movements of Ohu wouldn’t matter now