On the third day, outside the eastern city gate of the king's city.
Nightingale hid in the Mist, quietly watching those refugees who dressed in rags. They were summoned here group by group by Echo's magic sound, slowing moving after knight Brian toward the dock.
Now the witches did not have to be as cautious as they were two days ago, where they had to pass through the edges of the refugee camps and lead the refugees off in small numbers. After lots of refugees had left with them, the rest who had already noticed that would constantly follow them. Even the guards on the city walls had noticed what happened at the foot of the walls, but they only wished that these refugees with stinky smell would leave as soon as possible.
