12th July 1574
"Sir! Bad news!"
Barely a moment after we finally managed to depart from the Capital's docks, a horse messenger approached the shore of the river that we were travelling through.
"Speak!"
While I was quite angry that the first moment of rest after the long talk with Elia was interrupted barely after a few hours, way less than I hoped to get, there wasn't that much choice in the current situation. If one of my men bothered to send a messenger like that instead of waiting for me to get back to Tarnow or mining town, then the situation really had to require my utmost and immediate attention!
"Sir, Ostros family forces have burned down Ropian! The refugees are now escaping to the city of Pilzno! It was heard that the Ostros forces are following right behind them!"
Hearing the news, I understood where did the hurry come from.
"Those rotten bastards!"
Tired as heck, I don't care, imma go get a nap.