"We did not know." The girl's voice cracks over the word. It is suspect that they were so far from the fight, that their bags were packed, that they were hiding in the stables- "We were going to-"

"Vita." one of the other women, dark of hair and eye and skin, fingers tipped in ink hissed, shooting her a glare. "They do not care."

"Run." A man that had been quiet even in the face of an arrow finishes for her. "We were going to run. The Ombra Nera managed it...and we thought- It does not matter. Whatever you wish to know? We will tell you."

He glances at the other five, meeting their eyes in turn. "Whatever you ask, we will answer."