Sitting on the wagon's tailgate, Hugo's mind worked rapidly as he imagined the picture that Eamon painted for them. He didn't know where this village was, but Eamon was a man of the wilderness, so if they'd been given poor lands and left to eke out a meager existence, he was certain that the hunter would have mentioned it. But from the sounds of it, they'd been settled in a place that was just as promising as the lands that the Lothians had been trying to offer to Guild Masters Isabell and Tiernan.