The twilight was growing darker and the moon was already in the Sky. The Guards on the battlemens had their eyes on the high way comming from the east. They had the order to watch out for movement. These were uneasy times, troops there leaving the north going south to fight in the brutal campaign against the doubters. At the same time more rifts there opening, leading Soldiers from Kelriothar into Mythodea, killing and kidnapping people where they appeared.
Even Palos Trutz was not save, two times a rift had opend inside the City and each time people hat been taken.
The Guards hat been informed, that a group was coming up the high way, but they there uneasy, nothin was without risk these days.