Iron Peak County, Revodan.
"No pass," Ivan repeated no matter how many times, reached a point of annoyance, "No one can leave."
The halted wagon was loaded with a family of four and all their belongings. The considerably plump male owner was personally driving the carriage, while the female owner hid with their two children inside the coach.
News traveled faster than the plague. The bow-carrying white Knight had not yet arrived at Revodan, but the outbreak in Saint Town was already public knowledge.
Regrettably, when the beacon fires of war lit up, civilians from Iron Peak County frantically swarmed into Revodan seeking refuge; and when the plague followed suit, people desperately tried to flee the congested city.
"Ah, we left in such a hurry that we didn't have time to ask for a pass." The male owner smiled ingratiatingly, his short, thick fingers deftly slipping Ivan a bulging small leather pouch, "Do me a favor, sir."
The pouch was hard, unmistakably filled with coins.
