As the night deepened, gears began to turn in the distant place. The presence of twenty-five thousand soldiers did not go unnoticed. Their presence cast an imposing aura that sent ripples of awareness throughout the area, stirring the region with a sense of unease.
Whispers spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of both commoners and merchants alike. Among the merchants caught in the midst of the commotion was a group from the bustling city of Baroks, located in the west.
They had arrived in Hajdu to conduct business, unaware of the impending arrival of Marquess Hector's army. As they witnessed the formidable forces making their way through the streets, a sense of urgency gripped them.
With haste, the merchants hurriedly returned to Baroks on the same day under the cloak of night. Their minds were filled with the need to inform the city's mayor of the unforeseen development.
