Argurios kept on running. He heard the towns boy yell after him, but he didn’t stop. He slowed down by a bit, but he had to keep running. Soon he would lose his strength and would need to put brisa down. No, no stopping, as long as he can run he will. Argurios could feel, the weight of the cargo and the weight from Brisa, how its taking its toll on him. His strength was seeping faster than ever. But then again it wasn't that far to the river either. Setting his mind to the task, Argurios decided he will either fall of exhaustion or make it to the damn river. 

The scent of smoke and burning wood filled the streets. Argurios found it odd at first, but realised it was most likely a distraction that grey man made. This time they will all make it to the river. Leaving no one behind. Argurios believed that without seconds thought, he had to. The idea of leaving someone behind was not an option. 

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Above the small group of children a black, big, crow flew, like stalking a soon to be dead pray, waiting to relish on its dead corps. 
Dreknor was sprinting through the town. As he ran he could see different scenes of people fighting and running. But he didn’t stop to help. Even as the fires broke out and everyone rushed to help and stop it, Dreknor kept running towards his goal. The black crow in the skies kept telling him where the children are, and so he knew where he has to go. Reaching the river before the children he looked into the sky and could see the black bird coming towards him. Moments from now he will kill for the god, for the first time. The idea of his deed made him feel proud and useful. And the magic in him made him powerful, and more obsessed with the evil god than ever before.