After spending time in the darkness of the passage, they subconsciously look up to the sky the moment they're out. The moon, which was very bright, illuminated the surroundings with a soft glow. The terrain was lighted by its gentle radiance, casting a shadow on the rocks and trees. The twinkling stars could be seen for as far as the eye could see. The night was quiet and serene with an occasional hoot of an owl.
One of his servants let out a sigh of relief, "I thought we were never going to make it out alive."
Metternich put a hand on his shoulder, "We are not out of danger yet. We need to keep moving and stay vigilant."
His wife spoke up, "But, where do we go from here?"
Metternich took a brief pause before replying. "We will make for the border and seek refuge in a neighbouring country, Naharog. The nearest town should be Szazki."
"We're going by foot?" asked his wife.
