The sanctity of the homes of the Lutians had been violated, and the protection the stone walls were supposed to provide had been tested and found wanting. The Lutians no longer trusted what had been built by the hands of men and placed what remained of their faith in what had been conjured by the spells of mages.
They didn't say a word as they loitered the streets, waiting to receive a bowl of warm soup for breakfast. The Lutians kept their mouths shut and their children close, their eyes blank as they tried and failed to make sense of the events of the previous night.
The silence was as heavy as in the farmlands, but the despair it carried was suffocating. The reports about similar attacks taking place all over the Kingdom were of no consolation, they only made the future look grimmer.
