Two days away from Mirante, a platoon of a hundred cavalrymen opened their way through the dense trees blocking the White Merchant Road, which ran across the kingdom of Luak. They had been moving for two days, until they came to a halt.
Luther sat on his horse, looking at the village in the distance. The small wooden walls around the village looked like they were built to keep out wild animals, not to defend against military attacks. This was the place he had chosen to put his plan into action and lure Luak's forces, away from major cities in the border.
"Remember, keep the casualties as low as possible. We are not here to exterminate them" - Luther instructed. His voice was calm but firm as he addressed the hundred cavalrymen at his side - "The king has plans for these people in the future. We're here to scare them, so don't slow down."
