" He bolted into the house where the old man slept on the porch. Chickens scattered. Oskar, Nia, and the children hurried after Podo into the shadowy old building. The old man stirred and muttered a few garbled words but kept sleeping. Once inside, Janner could see nothing. He could hear Podo’s familiar tap-clunk and his raspy gripe: “Been so long I can scarce remember how to find the…” Janner heard the rattle and clomp outside of armored Fangs on the march. It didn’t sound like a large unit, but it was enough to make him tremble. “Papa, they’ve stopped,” Nia whispered. "

― Andrew Peterson , North! or Be Eaten (The Wingfeather Saga, #2)