Just then, a soldier ran up to report, shattering the chaotic mood.
The training camp was already outside of town, near the old road. Stepping out, he immediately saw a densely packed crowd on the other side of the riverbank.
Walter noticed they were all refugees and, without a second thought, hurried over.
He was determined to settle accounts with that guy...
Lance, carrying a knife, followed among them like a Supervisor wielding a whip, instantly boosting their efficiency.
Sometimes people don't know their own potential until they're pushed. The speed of the group's progress exceeded his expectations, and they arrived before dusk.
The Slaves caught sight of the town and were moved to tears, though their eyes had long since dried up.
As for the people with the caravans, they harbored infinite longing for this new place they had never seen. They did not mind Hamlet's shabbiness; simply having a place to stay was good enough for them.
