Sir Spello furrowed his thick brows deeply as he gazed at the distant carriage traversing the rugged path below. His frown grew deeper, not just because of the sun in his eyes, but also due to the out-of-place presence of that fancy, intricately designed carriage in this countryside backdrop.
Every part of the large, sturdy-looking vehicle was remarkable, from the gleaming silver armor of the two white horses to the burly, brown-skinned coachman and the heavily armored beastfolk beside him. Even their timing was suspicious, considering this wasn't even the usual route to Tessen.
"What should we do? Shall we inspect them first?"
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