[b] On the road outside of Silveredge [/b]

 Jamlamin continued to walk down the road hood drawn up over his face so no one could see it, after all that walking he had come to a crossroad and the only two choices were to the capital where Fusos sat or a town called Damascus so he picked the town, which as he pressed on he realized both were a huge mistake. Refugees were heading down the road speaking of the town being attacked, some of those refugees said Rebels did it, which didn't make sense the other explanation did make sense. which was Fusos' men attacked it.

Nevertheless Jamlamin kept moving, keeping to the side of the road so he didn't get lost in a stream of refugees. By the time the town came into sight Jamlamin's feet hurt he had walked for hours, what he saw made him hesitate on entering the town, some of the buildings had been set ablaze and some orcs laid slain by rebels no doubt, but there were also slain villagers. Proceeding further into the town he saw a centaur, not wanting to be caught by him in case he was an enemy, Jamlamin brought the shadows around himself making himself practically invisible to the naked eye, content with his gift he sat and watched the Centaur to see his next move.