POV Knight:
The tall canopies of the trees swayed in the warm summer draft, and the sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves.
The soldiers in Mongol-styled armor surrounded multiple decorated chairs. Old men dressed in long velvet tunics playing with colors sat there, their wrinkly faces covered with droplets of sweat.
The smoke crawled close to the ground, sprawling and moving between the trees.
"You are illegally on this soil! This land belongs to our kingdom!" One of them banged his fist against the armrest as if he was trying to be intimidating.
However, the being in the black full-plate armor, with a glossy red tint and glowing runes, didn't even flinch, his eyes flashing with ridicule under his horned helmet shaped to look like a head of a dragon.
'Do they really think we will leave just because they said so?'
