Its been a while

The tension in the town square was palpable. The air was heavy with a foreboding sense of impending confrontation. The town was silent except for the low whistling of the wind.

Jolthar sat by the fountain, his usual composed demeanour replaced by a deep, contemplative silence. His dark eyes remained fixed on the rippling water, though his thoughts were far from serene.

The faint murmur of townsfolk being evacuated to the mines echoed in the distance. Their hurried footsteps and whispered prayers added to the growing unease.

Roblan approached hastily, his breathing laboured as though he had been running for miles. His face was pale, a stark contrast to his usual confident self.

As soon as he reached Jolthar, he blurted out, his voice trembling with anxiety, "Jolthar, what do we do? There are so many of them...