One more into the fray

Jolthar sat on the edge of the fountain in the town square, his sharp eyes scanning the emptying streets.

The once-bustling square now carried an eerie silence, broken only by the hurried steps of soldiers and the murmurs of townsfolk being escorted toward the safety of the mines.

Cleora had made the decision to evacuate the people—a wise move, considering the mounting threat. The townsfolk would be safer in the mines, at least for the time being.

Nora had been tasked with overseeing the evacuation, her calm demeanour helping to reassure the frightened townsfolk as they moved.

Meanwhile, Cleora remained near the mansion, discussing defensive strategies with the soldiers. She was methodical, giving clear orders and ensuring every precaution was taken.

Roblan, on the other hand, had been given the dangerous task of scouting the enemy's numbers—a critical mission, but one that left her uneasy.