"Shit. It's dark here."
"The moonstones have stopped working."
"Hurry. We need to bring all these people away."
Hestia tried to push everyone forward. She might not be the most skilled or powerful Knight but she was a natural-born leader. Her ability to oversee the greater picture helped her dole orders according to the situation.
The weather was turning worse. They knew it was because of the battle raging on but they didn't look up. It wouldn't do them any good.
"Damn that butler. He makes a fuss over everything but when we need the lights, it isn't working. When I see him again…"
She muttered angrily but continued to work with the others. Under her orders, they had managed to gather all unconscious servants and load them on the carts used to transport produce to the town. They hastily put the mountain goats to haul them.
