*Some good name for a story about magic*

You need a little nap, so you lie against the tree and sleep easy for an hour. An hour and five minutes later you hear drunken chatting from down the path, five men appear to be very happy about something they've done. Two of them are wearing very formal clothes yet the three others are wearing worn out, ragged robes. And altough all of them are male, one of the two in formel wear, were in female clothing. You start heading towards them, not because you want to, but because that way is town.

While passing them, you hear them singing together
"And withs that, that was the end, for they bid the woman goodbye! For all knew that she would die! The man sitting in the corner, steal his clothes we did, tie him to a tree, and its leaves, them we lit! Burn die and burn! Engraved on their urn! Die burn and die for justice would come and fly!"
You walk past close to them, they don't seem to care about you, but do you care about them?