Seth moved slowly through the crowd of refugees, his steps leading him toward Siliva and her brother, who sat side by side. Their gazes were fixed on the fortress troops stationed atop the walls, while other soldiers patrolled below, watching the crowd with a wary eye.
When Siliva spotted Seth, she stood up abruptly, her face tense, caught between relief and worry.
"I thought something had happened to you," she said, her voice betraying a barely contained fear.
"Why won't they let us in yet? What's going on?" she asked, her voice filled with urgent concern.
Seth scratched the back of his head, feeling uneasy. "I'm really sorry, but... things are complicated inside right now."
He took a deep breath before continuing, "It seems some spies have infiltrated among us. They're afraid some might be here, among you. That's why they're being so cautious and taking these precautions."
