"In the pangs of tribulation, one oft does not pay note to the earth itself rending to offer path"
~
Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The Second Sunday of the Second month,
Year I of the Era of Tristendyrian Revolution
The voices of people poured into the dark alley of the dungeons, and the lights of their torches approaching spilt on the visible floors and walls that paved path towards the outlaws.
Imogen gasped and turned to Michavel, for the people seemed to be on the route betwixt their stand and their destination, growing closer.
"Tarry herein", whispered Erys Luna-ward. "We will distract them towards the Regent's Office."
