The air was thick with tension and anxiety.
The militia had just returned to Wolf Town from Saint Gis Valley, and over seventy convict laborers were herded into the old square.
They weren't told what was to happen, only watched over by fully armed militia members with vigilant eyes.
The wait was excruciating, and some of the more faint-hearted laborers had already started wiping away tears.
The laborers knew about the food shortage in Wolf Town—each guard was only given two coarse loaves of bread per meal, while the convicts had nothing but a bowl of mixed gruel.
But at least their lives were stable; they had shelters to live in, food to eat, and did not need to resort to killing or robbery. Their daily tasks consisted of chopping wood, making charcoal, and building houses.
However, with the current situation, it seemed as though a final solution for them was being contemplated.