[Blood Moon in the sky, darkness descends]
A strange red moon hung high overhead on a clear, cloudless night.
On the continent of Arsen, in Grimstone.
Durin led a group of raggedly dressed dwarves away from Grimstone. They looked disheveled and hurried, with Durin carrying a bundle on his back that jingled with the sound of metal clinking in the silent night.
Two hours after Durin and his group left, a dwarf cavalry unit of three thousand set off in pursuit in the same direction.
Balin didn't know Rockhammer City, but Durin had given him precise directions. All he had to do was follow them, and he would eventually encounter the fortress guards of Rockhammer City.
The distance between the two guard fortresses was quite far, but Durin was still spotted by the fortress guards as he passed by.
At night, the scout eagles' vision was limited, so Durin deliberately exposed his whereabouts to the dwarves in the guard fortress.