“So prolly way too long, got it.” Sarah responds.
Another bullet comes through the window, shattering. The kid ducks. “B-but I can’t go out there! I can’t carry her, and-and I can’t leave her here alone.”
Hans grapples with a soldier in hand to hand, bayonet versus his blades, as they approach a wall.
Jacques watches the fight and shoots once into the fray, before ducking behind a wall, to be met by a message courier. He takes the message and reads it, turning pale.
In the bustling city of towering buildings known as Reamworth, a tall, pale lady mounts a horse in front of the palace, atop the central hill of the city, surrounded by a personal guard escort made up of Officers, each given their own mount as well for the ride. With this, they set off westwards, to assess the new additions to the nation, and to make sure that that is where they will stay.