"If you have any other idea on how to safely escort a dozen injured people out of the town without said wagon, I am willing to hear it." Rhovanor said with a bit of poison in his voice as he went to the top of the wagon, taking hold of the three horses. Rilden listened to Jamlamin's words. It wasn't an ideal plan actually. But it was the only one they had at the time.... The shouts were getting louder, and then, an idea struck in his mind. "We can get two wagons..." Rilden said quietly, almost to himself, then he looked up. "We will get two wagons! Rhovanor will take the one with the refugees, and whoever joins him will leave before us. The wagon I receive will work as the distraction." He turned to Jamlamin. "I will need you to come with me. When it is time for us to disappear, that's when you will use your gift." he said with a nod. 

"If you are leaving with Rhovanor, prepare to leave soon. We will meet in Faycrest. Its the safest place in all of Vahldir. They will never find it." Faycrest was the most secretive place in the whole land. Very very few knew the location of it, but his family once hid there long ago from Fusos, and Rhovanor has been around for a long time, so he knew the location as well... Other than that, there wasn't many others who knew. He gave a nod to his long time elf friend, and the others, and then he made his way quickly in the town, hoping to find an unused wagon.