"To save Hamlet, it is our unshirkable duty," the town mayor declared, leading a group forward, a short sword in his own hand.
The Baron was slightly shocked by the sight of the more than one hundred people the mayor had brought forth. This was a third of the town's population, equivalent to all its able-bodied men. Among them, he could even see some women and elderly individuals, also wielding rudimentary weapons.
The Baron drew a sharp breath. So terrifying! They must be eliminated...
Thinking this, the Baron glanced at Alvin. Neither spoke, but their eyes met, conveying a shared, unspoken understanding. Whether driven by ambition or true loyalty, these people must die!
After this silent agreement, the Baron smiled and gestured.
"Excellent! Who would have thought Hamlet still had such brave warriors? Truly a blessing for that Lord."
With that, he gestured to the Cavalry nearby. "Let's be on our way quickly. The longer we delay, the more danger Hamlet faces."
