Halo woke to an unfamiliar buzzing noise in the streets of StoneHaven. People dragged luggage into wagons, and those too poor for transport strapped their belongings to their backs, walking as though fleeing a fire.
As a fugitive, this land's most wanted man, Halo could only watch through his window. Which, annoyingly, felt a lot like being left out of a party he never wanted to attend.
Everyone on this land was leaving.
It struck him as strange, though. The land had been completely fine a day before, with people still arriving to occupy houses and inns. The only threat was the Chaos Eaters roaming at night, and even those were too much like cowards to attack.
Hard to fear monsters that preferred intimidation over commitment.
So why?
The soft smiles that had played on the locals' lips, the free and gracious way they'd walked, whatever was happening now had clearly destroyed all they'd enjoyed.
