The next day.
Dawn.
The Keeper stood by the wagon, watching as his wife climbed aboard, the last to settle among their packed belongings.
"Take care of yourself, honey," he said softly.
"Mm… I will. You be careful out there too, husband."
"Don't worry. We'll meet at the border. I'll follow soon, right after these two wagons pass the main gate."
"Mm… okay." She offered a small, reassuring smile.
The Keeper moved to the side of the wagon, meeting the eyes of his third son. "Handle the wagon carefully. Keep everyone calm, and make sure the weapons are within reach. Some of your sisters can use a bow, right?"
"Yes, Father," the third son replied, glancing at his anxious sisters.
He then turned to his fourth son at the second wagon. "Be alert, watch the road. Protect your mother and siblings at all costs."
"Yes, Father."
The Keeper looked over the group once more.
