It was not long that news of their togetherness spread around the town, and there were even news that they would seal their relationship in holy matrimony.
However, because of all these things happening, no one noticed that Deamon was gathering information and feeding it to his men outside using a special means. And then it happened. The set day arrived, catching them unawares like a thief in the night.
Under the moonless night, Deamon's ten men moved silently through the dense forest that bordered the town of Aldren. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, each footstep cushioned by the carpet of fallen needles. In the distance, the murmur of the dam's rushing waters provided a constant reminder of their mission's urgency.