That evening.
Inside the Keeper's house, all his sons and daughters had gathered, their spouses close by. The atmosphere was tense, everyone quietly preparing for the journey ahead.
The eldest son leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.
"Father… are you sure we're leaving everything behind?"
"Yes," the Keeper replied firmly. "We must go before this kingdom collapses completely. It's already falling apart."
His wife looked up from where she was sorting through their belongings.
"But… leaving everything we've built here…"
"Just pack what we need, and the money. I've already gone to the bank and taken out enough for the journey. Once we reach Armand, I can withdraw more if necessary."
She exhaled softly, a small smile on her lips. "After all these years, you're leaving your post?"
He nodded, face set with quiet determination.
