Telflamm only got busier the next day, with more preparations being made to combat the now dangerously close and still unknown threat. The scrying attempts of wizards and clerics were blocked by some unknown force, and any riders sent out to investigate never came back to report their findings. The mood grew sour, with many merchants already starting to secure a safe way out across the Sea of Fallen Stars. The attendance at the Hall of Avenging Hammer nearly tripled since the refugees with the bad news came in, and many other places started feeling the effects of the mounting fear.

As the result of this, many merchants, clerics, wizards and other people of importance were looking to hire some extra muscle to either protect them in their fortresses, or to serve as guards on the many caravans preparing to leave the city. The Merchant's Council put out a call to any willing able to join the swelling ranks of the city guard. Many monks from the Xiang Temple already formed high organized regiments to combat the new threat and could now be seen in the streets keeping order and doing their daily training. As is usual during the chaos of a siege, prices shot up within the day to almost absurd levels, thievery and scamming rising along with it. Shopkeepers all over Telflamm were willing to part with a bit of coin to help guard their wares.

The morning training at the temple was at an all time low due to the many monks being out on the streets, but trainings of some younger monks were continuing in full swing. Of particular note was a specific class taught to the better students, and only accessible for special guests such as foreign practitioners of the art. Here, one could see the monks practicing punches and kicks that sent jolts of electricity through the target dummies with each strike.

The many taverns and inns were quickly filling up with the overflow from more refugees coming in from the eastern towns, telling horror stories about a vast horde heading for the coastal trading capital. Rooms were at a premium in all inns.

Halfway through the day, the small piece of paper with the wizard's name suddenly had an extra entry on it: Sunset, Enclave, 90 gold, 5 minutes.

Keystone hadn't seen Raa since they had first entered the city, the half orc palading blending in seamlessly with the rest of the inhabitants, but rumours were already reaching out far about 'the half orc paladin leading the refugee troops on the walls'.

Keystone's head remained clear of any outside presence, aside from the subtle but noticeable feeling of distress the closer the undead horde came.