"A dungeon break! What class? Which type of monsters are coming out?" Rowan asked in an urgent voice.
"I… I don't know for sure which class it was. But I saw dire wolves. They were hunting and eating whoever failed to run away. And…" the man stopped.
"And?" Rowan asked again.
"I heard a roar. Maybe… maybe it was an orc. That's all I know. Please let me go now." Then without even waiting for Rowan's reply, he turned and sprinted away. He knew exactly who the person he had been talking to really was. It was the 3rd prince. But he was consumed by fear and couldn't care less about showing any courtesy at that moment.
