The wealthy stood frozen in the city square, teeth gritted and eyes burning with fury, as Kyle publicly extended unconditional protection to the craftsmen who chose to leave with him.
His declaration, made in full view of Venuce's citizens, stripped the rich of their most insidious weapon—fear.
With so many witnesses, they could no longer threaten the craftsmen with quiet words in dark alleys. Everything was now out in the open.
"Soldiers, separate the craftsmen from the others."
Kyle called calmly.
Sir Veldom's former guards, now firmly under Kyle's command, moved quickly and efficiently. Lines were drawn through the crowd.
Craftsmen were ushered to one side, their families and apprentices clustering close to them.
The rich merchants and minor nobles, red-faced and seething, were kept on the other.
"You have one hour. Pack only the essentials. Leave behind what you can't carry. We move tonight."
Kyle said, turning to the craftsmen.
There was no hesitation.
