"Understood, you may past" announced the guard.
A lone carriage was entering Bellmore, and soon gathered attention and whispers from the surrounding. This light commotion happened not because the mode of transportation belonged to some esteemed nobles or royalties. But, due to it towing nineteen people along.
Each one of them looked down with listless eyes as if no hope left in the world.
No, they were not slaves. At least, for now. They were bandits, people accustomed to remorselessly take from others. At this very day, their freedom would be taken instead, and no one would be there to help them.
In the carriage, a tough-looking man with towering height, Bregror, stretched his arms and yawn.
"Yaawwn…Ouch!"
"Act properly!"
And, immediately received a slap from his dark elf-wife, Salsahara, for displaying improper behavior.
