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[Ibn-Khaldun]

Winter, 364 AD
somewhere in the lands of Marcomanni


Duva saw couple of buildings near the road. An old man was outside fixing the roof of one of the buildings. Seeing Duva the man stopped for a moment but realizing that he wasn't a threat the man continued his work.
"Good man, can I stay here and rest a little bit?" asked Duva.
"Sure, traveler." said the man.
Duva got down from his horse and sat under the roof. The man continued his work while Duva took out his food. He offered it do the old man who nod and sat near Duva.
"So, traveler. From where are You coming?"
"From the lands in east. I belong to the tribe called Vandals."
"I've heard of you. Is it true that a strange people from the east are coming. People who can not be stopped?"
"Yes. That's why we are moving. The Huns are dangerous people. They probably would kill us all."
Both men fell into their own worlds and did not say anything in the next half hour.
"Good man," said Duva and thus breaking the silence,"how far is the Vicus Marcomanni? I want to gather some information about the Romans and I understand your Chief have fought them many times."
"If you follow this road then you'll be there before the next full moon."
Duva got up and bowed to the man.
"Thank you for allowing me to rest. Hospitality and kindness is rare in this world."
The man nodded and watched how Duva rode away.