June 1st, Year 0 of Exile
Morning
It has been three days since you left Ferrum and still the fires light the horizon at night. The trek has been grueling and you've had few opportunities for rest. Still the soldiers usher the masses onward with a desperate fervor, always whispering of a pursuit force closing in. And the masses, just as frightened, oblige despite their exhaustion.
After all, you are almost to the Canyons. Surely you can lose any pursuit in the winding ways and ancient mines that dot the cliffs.
Surely then you'll be safe.