"Silver, Peter, I confess I am relieved to hear you were already planning to move."

Without him.

Don't think about that.

"I know we planned on taking the Mb..." he pauses, not sure how much information to give out in front of these strangers. "I remember our next probable location. But please, listen to me. We are so few. He will come for us, and at nightfall the Barons will come for us, and any surivors will be whittled down to too few for a real strike. We must attack now."

He leans back, cupping Silver's face in one hand. "We must go to the palace."