"Mr. Hill!" a voice called from downstairs at Snow Cloud Peak.
Hill stood up and peered down from the windowsill.
"Mr. Hill, we need to leave," Snow Cloud Peak said cheerily, "We've accepted a mission to protect Charles and Ramsden as they establish their own camp."
"What about the Capital?"
"Ah! The Doomsday mob went to the Capital; William ordered everyone from the Artisan Guild to scram. They must undergo faction testing, and members of the evil faction are to be killed," Snow Cloud Peak explained nonchalantly, "After all, a few dozens of people have died, destroying the livelihoods of thousands. Every faction involved has skewed off course.
The Doomsday group is still quite willing to kill people."
"Any news from the sea?"
