"Master, the prisoners from the castle are locked in the dungeons or cellars–wherever I have found the space. There are still militiamen in the city, so I put the extra guards around the corpse-gathering teams. So far, they haven't dared to approach. Also, wights have found a large group of living people hiding in the main Temple of Light. At least, as far as I understood their hissing."
"Good work, Samuel." Aleric smiled at him. "Temple of Light, you say? Just the place I wanted to visit, anyway. It… brings back memories."
***
Six years ago.
After running away from Mushdall town, Aleric spent an entire day walking down the Dall River.
Several times, he met people on his way: a few travelers and a road warden patrol. Thankfully, the first of them was just a lone traveler, because Aleric was still walking in the open back then.
A single sight of Aleric's gray face and white hair sent the traveler running. After this, Aleric hid at the first sight of another person ahead.
