Duke Latrel guided hundreds of nobles through the forest that surrounded the White Merchant Road, the one used as a hideout to throw the spears. The anguished cries of those who stood faithfully by the king's size echoed like ghostly specters, weaving through the forest and making the gray trees quiver in a silent display of sympathy, while the snow covering their leaves met the ground like tears.
"Move faster!" - Duke Latrel's voice reached the nobles - "We need to leave these lands as fast as possible, they will soon come after us."
