Torrent looks at the grisly scene in front of him. “Yeah, let’s get moving before more arrive,” he says as he slowly moves out the door. The alley is clear but the sounds of battle are heard at the main gate.
The streets are starting to fill with panicking people, and though the bombing ends after a few minutes, a battle has begun at the west wall. Townsfolk rush about trying to put out fires or get to the shelter of temples, and soldiers hurry to their posts, slowed by the throng and chaos. All the while, sirens ring urgent warnings up and down the pass.
As they turn the corner and look upon the main road heading east they see a family in the streets. The father is burnt and barely standing, having run back insides his burning house to try to rescue his wife, whose unconscious and burnt body he carries. With his three children, huddled in coats and whimpering, the man croaks out cries for help. As the party watches the man collapses, exhausted.
