Calm voices amok the main road leading through Bryne's territorial land, the road made of bricks and signs on the sides that lead through the entrance of the town. A carriage with no other sign of luxury, a small carriage made of simple plank wood with a horse that was almost at its limit was riding 2 men and 1 child on his back.
The coachman continues as he clasps the horse's belt on his neck. When a sudden change of weather glimpse on the sky. Heavy gray clouds covered the white and bluish sky in a surface or growling. The surrounding become gloomy and the horse growl and stopped.
The coachman didn't think that they will be this unlucky to be caught up in rain, not only that, the horse was tired from the journey it took without stopping. When the horse stop, the coachman looked up ahead the road and the town that is nearly at peak to be seen.
