It seemed that the pair of Alice and Shanodin had overestimated their chances of remaining hidden. After all, it wasn't that long ago relatively speaking that Alice had been a slave here, for while to her it may have seemed so, she was only eight years old, so the few years she'd spent away from this place seemed like much longer from her perspective. As such, it wasn't long before people began to recognize her, if not specifically then at least as a member of the people that had been brought in by the town's lord a few years earlier.
It wasn't a big surprise. This was a relatively small town, and in addition, it was quite secluded, being positioned high up in the mountains. The combination of these two factors meant that visitors were extremely rare, and on the occasion any did happen to pass through, word of their arrival spread quickly.
Alice, glancing up at Shanodin when she spoke to her, nodded slowly, the girl being a bit worried about what they were getting themselves into here. Sure enough, if either of them were to pay attention, they would notice that they were slowly but surely being surrounded by men creeping through the crowd, men, who Alice at least, as she kept her senses keenly tuned, could tell meant them harm. Looking up at Shanodin, Alice spoke quietly, "Mommy, I think we're being...how do you say, corralled. I've seen this happen before...I think we should get out of here..."