"You are a terrifying man, indeed." Peros said as he followed the thousands of beastfolk from behind. Behind him where eleven bodies, all of which were heavily burdened by great weights. Ten of them held onto several sacks with a large amount of items within them, whilst the last had tied many carts around his body. It was Ares, the so called King, whose brow was sweating with great effort as he travelled through the mountain pass, the path shaking with the amount of people moving through it.
"Not terrifying enough." Ares replied, panting quietly. He was pulling along four carts filled with goods, though much of them was tied down. He had all the carts filled with goods and then tied those goods down. He had many more within his ring, but he personally was pulling four since it wouldn't look good if he wasn't also travelling to hell with the ten others.
