The fight ends and you must flee

You fight well and get hurt a lot. More than a doze enemies find **** through your sword. But the courtyard is a damn slaughterhouse. A militia of a few townspeople protect the entrance to the dungeon where more than a hundred families seek refuge. But despite the militia and the losses on enemies side are more then three times as high as yours, you have about seventy soldiers who are dead or badly injured. Only half of your army can still fight. And the Soldiers of the witch seem to have no end. Suddenly you are behind your own lines. The captain comes to you and looks at you concerned.

“I hate to say it, my lord, butt we can't win this battle,” the captain tells you, “you fought brave. Hell, you are a a damn paragon for the soldiers. But we lost to many men and the enemies army is to big. You must flee!”

“I can't let you alone,” you protest, “you will not die for me!”

“My lord, we swore an oath, that we protect your family with our lives,” the captain says, “I will give my best to keep as many of my men as possible alive. But we have to give you time. The nobles in capital must hear what has happened. And the words of a noble like you will make them move. Only if they send their armies we can defeat the witch.”

“I … I understand,” you mumble, “I will not let you down.”

“I know,” the captain says trustful, “go now! We will get along somehow.”

You turn around and flee inside the castle. There are hundreds of townspeople inside and all know what has happened. To see you in here is a clear signal for them that the battle is lost. You see parents embrace their children and men guarding the entrences with pitchforks and big woodne hammers like some sort of milita. Under the townspeople you see Mia. She is crying alone in a corner. Because of her being a half elf nobody wants to stay close to her. Not even in such a crisis.

“Master,” Mia says shocked and comes to you, “you are alive. Are you hurt badly?”

“I will survive it,” you say and comfort her, “but the battle is lost. The witch and her army is to powerful. I ordered my men to surrender to keep them alive. Now I must leave and tell the king everything we found out about the dark horde. This is the only chance to defeat Keylara the dark. I have to find a way out of the castle.”

“Master, if you don't mind, I know a way out,” Mia says shy, “a secret escape route. I can show it to you.”

“Well, I hate to leave my people alone but I have ****,” you give in, “as soon as the coast is clear I want you to bring the townspeople to this escape route. As much people as possible should be safe. I own you a lot for this.”

“No, sir,” Mia and looks away, “you don't own me anything. Come with me. Quick.”