"MOVE!" Oskar said, pushing a random citizen of Torun to the ground. Looking up at the distant walls, he could see the fierce battle going on and clicked his tongue. He had hoped to be out of the city by now, but no matter how he looked or who he asked, he couldn't find an escape route.
He knew that Lesezek would now, but no part of him wanted to enter the Palace again, let alone meet the crown Prince. He heard what happened to Konrad. The Royal Family already knew his connections to the Underwells. In a dying regime, he didn't doubt he might be executed because of that.
"uhh." Oskar bumped into a small child, tripping onto the ground. The kid looked around in confusion before looking at Oskar and crying. Clicking his tongue, he ignored the boy and ran off with his guards. He had seen enough families split in the chaos already to worry about every lost child. His life was more important.
