Upon learning of the sentinel encounter, Bryson had no time to lament, "The Holy Father wishes my ruin, not for combat faults," and was forced to embark that very night.
If they didn't leave overnight, they would be captured.
Originally, if it weren't for this sentinel encounter, their journey wouldn't be like this.
In a normal scenario, they should have quietly switched directions at the foot of the mountain and gone back up by early morning, to meet their allies.
But now, having killed the sentinel, given the Border Knight Order patrol frequency, it would be discovered in about an hour or two.
If Bryson and his group were still nearby by then, they would surely be caught in an ambush.
Returning was even less possible.
During the fierce mountain skirmishes of these past days, several passable mountain paths were guarded by the Border Knights.
The situation was urgent, leaving no option but to venture through the night.
