The man, once a merchant, now the bearer of dreadful news, was roughly thrown into the dirt streets of Edenhide by the knights. His body ached from the manhandling, and his heart pounded with a mixture of fear and despair. The knights, more focused on the imminent war, hadn't bothered to inflict further punishment on him. Lord Merith, in his fury, had been too preoccupied to dictate the man's fate. And so, the knights, uncaring and indifferent, had discarded him.
He lay there for a moment, the cold, hard ground beneath him a stark contrast to the warmth of his home. His thoughts flickered back to the past few days when Mayor Kingsley had commanded him to carry the message back to Edenhide. The memory was still fresh, and the fear he had felt then returned in full force.
