Then the man with the hexagonal staff also turned to the sky and said, "Sun will be setting soon. The safest bet would be to blow this place as soon as possible, big guy." Saying that, he jabbed out his forefinger.
The giant easily pierced the hazy darkness with his vision, glimpsing the tiny black spot on the tip of that finger.
"Make for the graveyard," he said.
In a flash, a tense hue shot through the faces of the other men, but soon enough they too grinned, climbed effortlessly back on their horses, and boldly started their mounts down village streets that had fallen into the stillness of death.