It was a quiet night in Lute. Quentin ordered some villagers to avoid the meeting location between the village leader and Mathilde's approaching soldiers. The old man had told them their meeting would occur at ten in the evening when the villagers were asleep.
Quentin and Leonil hid in one of the houses close to the village square —the meeting place. Quentin and Leonil, still wearing their armor, peeked out through a gap in the window.
Not long after, Quentin heard the faint sound of soldiers' iron boots clomping and horses' loud neighing. Quentin's eyeballs rolled to the side, looking towards the village entrance in the south.
"Is that them?" asked Leonil, whispering to Quentin.
"Yeah. It's them," Quentin replied.
Not only did they wear armor, but Mathilde's soldiers came blatantly wearing dark yellow robes attached to their shoulders. All the soldiers wore it without exception.
