The freed captives could feel distress surfing with the wind. It was a high-risk high reward thing, manage the escape and grant themselves freedom in the process, or fail their attempts and face the slurred judgment of an oppressor ruling them. Thomas, Xermia and Sigrid gathered beneath a crowd of towering trees hoping it would provide coverage. One by one they whispered to the wandering slaves that escaped the city, trying to find their comrades. After a sizable amount had gathered beneath the canopy, Thomas concluded it was time to begin their journey to Defectors State.
“We can't wait any longer here! Tyndale might have already recovered and it will only be a matter of time before he catches on to us. We need to start moving right away!”