SOME FEW MINUTES AGO.
As the sun's rays cascaded down the clouds and upon the earth, three carriages led by two horses each marched their way to the Eastern-Western Border. With a purpose in mind, and a goal to accomplish, they continued their journey despite their lack of escorts.
The requirement of mercenaries along the way was to keep bandits and lingering demons from attacking them. It didn't occur often, but when it did, it was quite catastrophic.
At the moment, Malen led the others to their destination, with not a particular single thought in mind. He simply folded his hands and listened to the wind as it whizzed past them.
His helper boy sat next to him, holding the reins and controlling the horses on the right path. His gaze had constantly flickered between his boss and the road since a while ago, but he couldn't bring himself to start a conversation.
