On the road leading to Lubeck City.
And further looking towards the city walls.
This area has already been occupied by temporary tents and shabby huts.
Here lies the refugee camp.
On the narrow paths between the tents, dust clouds cover what used to be the color of dirt.
The frail figures of children dart among them, while adults busy themselves under the scorching sun, trying to find hope for survival in the barren land.
A faint stench permeates the air, a mixture of grime, the smell of disease intertwined, and some bloody odor.
Among the soldiers behind Prince Cohen, some couldn't help but cover their noses; the stench here was unbearable for them.
You could see more of the disdainful look from others directed at the refugees.
The Night Watchers, many of them could clearly see refugees within the camp that seemed afflicted by disease.
Most of the refugees were very frail, dressed in tatters and filthy clothes.
