"First?" he asked, wincing as he stood up again, his knee aching intensely. "I'm worried you might be the only one, and I'm not even convinced I-" he stopped speaking as a loud knocking came from the door. "Wait here," he said, taking the hammer from its hook and approaching the door. He breathed a sigh as he opened the door however, as an old lady stepped through the doorway. "Carolina, I thought you were a guard for a moment, I could've taken your head off."<br/><br/>"Good luck with that old man," she said, laughing. She walked over to Cefrey and offered her hand. "Carolina, city historian and possibly the least remembered occupant of this place." She turned to Vennar. "You did tell her the bad news didn't you Vennar? She sighed as she saw the look on the smith's face. "There is no-one else coming, our other options are either dead, captured or too scared to try fleeing the city. And while he's afraid to admit it...Vennar is not fit enough to travel beyond the forest, nevermind the Blight."