There was no sign of the news in Totnes dying down with time; instead, it grew more intense. In just two days of fermentation, everyone began their conversations with, "Have you heard about Hamlet?"
Not to mention the truly powerful people in the city, most of whom had already prepared teams to set off for Hamlet.
Originally, it would have been best to use ships, but since the Fishmen monsters blocked the Bay, they could only choose the land route.
Countless mercenaries or various strange groups formed into teams and set off.
Even the refugees outside the city started to have fantasies about the unknown Hamlet, because the redemption they were destined not to receive in Totnes meant they could only join the convoys to begin another round of refuge.
Among the chaotic refugee line was a peculiar figure. With one hand gripping a rag covering most of his body, beneath it, only his haggard face with stubble was visible.
