Hannibal and the crossing

A somber day dawned upon Rusra. The residents had already began the task of cleansing the city of blood and granting a proper funeral to the deceased ones, laying them to rest beside their kin. This city had never experienced so many losses in a single day.

Within the grand hall of the castle, Henry, Olaro, Leier, and the captain were gathered around a circular table, observing an old map found inside the lord's chambers.

"Well, the map we found in my Royal Library didn't have many of these villages and didn't depict these alternate routes" - Henry said, his finger tracing the poorly drawn lines on the map - "It seems like their major cities are all built along the White Merchant Road. So, if we keep going down this route, we might not be able to reach the capital in a month. We have to find another way."