"Halt! Who goes there!" A rural-sounding voice came from the oldest guard, missing several teeth and a scarred face.
He looked towards the black carriage, holding his spear tightly; due to the recent events of many female villagers being kidnapped and never seen again and strange monsters rumoured to linger in the forests, the village shut its borders at night.
'No normal folk travel this late at night; what's their business? Bandits that stole a noble's carriage, or are they some criminals? No noble would travel this late at night; they're too busy counting their own money.' thought the old guard, his fingers grasping his spear tightly.
Vincent placed Momo onto the soft seat, laying her head against a velvet pillow, before he stood up, no longer covered in the black scales, but a handsome male with his phoenix plume ears and long red hair.
