Lilium stood in the shadow of a large elm with several elders watching the sacrifices scurry about planning the handfasting of Rial and Amina. The entire town was focused on preparations for the handfasting. Though it wasn't standard for everything to stand still for one random ceremony, it was the town's way of avoiding thinking about the danger coming.
An older man with a long gray beard and wrinkled leather skin sighed heavily. "The army is only a day or two off. We've no word from the vampire. Should we stop them and prepare for war?"
"What war?" Lilium harrumphed. "If the army attacks us, no matter how weak Moras Cro says they may be, we will be slaughtered as livestock. We've no weapons, we no knowledge of weapon use. What do you propose? Pitchforks and pails as swords and shields?
