C248 Bramblewood 2

Under the waning crescent moon, a man clad in coarse hemp clothing urged the people ahead, "Move it! Move it! Move it!" Clutching a very ordinary hoe, panic flickered in his eyes as he surveyed the throng of people, unable to restrain himself from hurrying them along.

Bramblewood, a town constructed of yellow mud and timber, was now ablaze, engulfed in flames and smoke