Enough Playing

Hundreds of people were marching into a thick pile of snow; based on the direction they came from, they were those refugees from Winterbell City.

Mercenaries, merchants, and children strode their way to move as far as they could; however, one man was walking and heading to the place they were escaping.

Eyes glared at him with curiosity, their minds filled with questions about his actions. Then a group of mercenaries chose to approach the man.

"Perhaps you're going to the capital?" An older man who seemed to be the party's leader asked as soon as they blocked the man's path.

The man halted his steps and looked into the leader's eyes.

"Hmnn, I have some business at the castle," he answered.

"You should postpone that for the meantime. A battle is expected to start any second by now," the leader replied.