After explaining the final arrangements, the representative from the Royal family ordered everyone to move.
Thirty hooded figures exited the tavern together and ran toward the mountain path, outside of Vonduhr.
Meanwhile, right outside the city, on the opposite side from where the group from the Royal family went.
Sixty men wearing the emblem of the Muwlos family marched at a steady pace inside the town.
Samuel was in the center of the group, he was wearing an anxious expression and his eyes darted every time he heard a loud sound.
"Young master, please calm down. The Royals would never attack inside the borders of a city. The danger will come on the mountain path."
Abel was right at his side, whispering with a soft voice to his ear.
The soldiers around them were simple guards, unaware of the political struggles that the Muwlos family was creating.