This war swallows us all. Even the aristrocrats cannot remember what started it. Now things take its course. And I am a cogwheel in the biggest clockwork this world has ever seen.

We tried to lay false trails, but they did not lose track. All of us are exhausted and we cannot run any longer. We marched all day in enemy territory and took camp in a little glade almost in sight of Moketown. If you are dead silent, you can hear them. Tomorrow they will catch us up. There will be no reinforcements in time. We are on our own.