It's the middle of the night. Forty to fifty men, women and child, wearing the black sheish (a kind of turban) and white and black dresses are loading their belongings onto donkeys, trolleys and horses.
The Hydreshies, former guards of the city of Edonil, are gathering on the main place, which is in front of the protector's house. They were recruited by Gwo in the first mirror campaign as fierce warriors that would protect Edonil, yet were true only to him.
Gwo leaves his own house and closes the main entrance door behind him. Before leaving, he carve a drow rune on the front door which means “traps”. This place was the first real house he ever had since he left the underdark. A lot of memories that would need to be erased...
After a few steps back, he looks at the torch he's holding in his left hand, looks again to the house ... "to burn or not to burn the whole thing down ? "
The old Gwo that was a scout in the underdark would have buried the place down that's for sure, and not only the house… His eyes now embrace the whole city of Edonil in the night, its giant tree, the little houses made of wood, the tavern of Bran the northman... again a lot of good memories.
Gwo finally drops his torch in the street wheel and puts the house’s key in one of his leather pocket. Then, he climbs up swiftly on his horse and rides to the main place, where a few of his people and the Hydreshies are waiting.
He stops in front of the protector’s empty house. After a few seconds, he takes his knife and cuts all his familial sigil, then drops them and the Drada D’issan emblem with anger on the front door of the Protector. He then throws his knife that lands straight in the middle of the door.
Riding back to center of the area he stands on the top his saddle and yells : “Time to move people “ “Paolo Trutz, await us … The mirrorworld is calling for blood… the Night will be ours”
Then the people around replied in one voice. “Shadow of Death, Storm in the Darkness” and all start moving through the night and their destiny.
