The old man gulped before commanding the horse to move toward the break of dawn. His head was puzzled as he failed to notice the quality of the cloak that the group wore. He was wrong, not only were they not the bandits, they were giving him a heavy sum that only consisted of just the down payment for the entire trip.
"Hm..." the old man tried to ease the unease tension. "I'm sorry to ask, but who are you, people?"
"Why do you ask?" said Graham as he leered down.
"Eek!" the old man shrieked and pulled the reign out of his terror. The horse neighed as it raised its hind legs and the carriage abruptly stopped.
"Get a hold of yourself old man!" Assid glared behind his glasses.
"S-Sorry!" the old man apologized with the strength of his seven ancestors.
"What are you doing, you two?!" Cecile said with a stern voice.
