Nowaru

Rhum Kon escaped from Ravarre (hmm: this whole event took too long, and at this pace, Magnificent Rhumke will get out of there only when the colonization is already over).

Yeah, something's off, either the online play is lagging, or I'm taking too long to think about my moves, or something else.
Rhum Kon has never run so much before. First, he ran away from the guards, then from a brute accidentally released from its cage, and then again from the guards... He couldn't escape from the prison warden, so he had to encase him in an ice coffin.
Instead of prison garb, the duke was wearing a tattered shirt, most likely the everyday wear of some guard (not armor), but the beloved mantle was long gone, and there was absolutely no time to look for it.
Rhum Kon just ran, the direction mattered little to him; he ran across a small river right on the surface, thereby letting the pursuers catch other prisoners. After a few hours, the prison was far behind. Rhumke finally stopped.
"A water mage cannot die of thirst. But what about food?"
Even the prison slop no longer seemed disgusting to the former aristocrat. Wiping the sweat from his bald head, Rhum Kon surveyed the surroundings.