Village full of riches

We were at the point where the sun started going under the horizon, the sky was orange and the weather was still without any huge changes. The two other people woke up with more energy as me and the old man were slightly tired. I see it from his posture, he is slowly losing his moving capabilities. We were all just sitting in that place, looking at the road and not talking. I don't know why we weren't talking at all, we are somewhat related now. Friends? Maybe, it might as well be that I wouldn't be surprised if the old man called me his friend. But I can't make stupid assumptions such as these.

"We are getting close to a village," Frey exclaimed out of nowhere and stepped outside to the bench. I stood inside as I knew he could handle any situation better than me. At least in a way that won't result in unnecessary deaths.