In the dark hours of the night, the villagers, after hearing of their Lord's heroic actions, began to doubt his survival. Women prayed, children worried, and a few brave men stepped out of their homes, ready to face whatever adversary lay beyond the village border.
At this moment, more than four hundred men could be seen marching towards the south entrance.
"Do you think Lord Rowan's okay?" someone whispered.
"What kind of monster did he face? That shriek… it didn't sound like an easy fight," another added.
"We pray Lord Rowan is still alive! I don't mind laying down my life for his as long as our village gets to see him in the morning. He is the only one that can save us and take us towards greater heights."
They all discussed among themselves, sharing the same thoughts filled with worries, doubts, and a tiny spark of hope.
