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"G-guys! Look there! Is that …a merchant caravan?!"
Would you look at that…yes, it is! Something is definitely happening here. The third group already. Ah, never mind it's just one lone carriage. One escorted by about 50 mercenaries. Don't tell me the next group to appear will have 60 and it will keep going up?
They all look intimidating, well except a dwarf merchant on the vehicle. I mean he's human but very tiny. Now usually that wouldn't be that noticeable but somehow, he looks extremely mean. Picture a kid with a beard squinting at you in permanence and that's pretty much it.
They get close enough then the little man gives an ultimatum:
"This place now belongs to us the Always Trading Group! You can either scram or scram! Otherwise, we'll use force!"
That's when the mercenary next to him murmurs:
"Boss, I'm really not sure we can do that. One group has mages you know."
