The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the mining village entrance as Baktou stood there, squinting into the distance. A gentle breeze whispered through the air with the orange sky, carrying with it the scent of the surrounding fields. Suddenly, on the horizon, a figure emerged, a silhouette against the backdrop of the setting sun.
Baktou's eyes lit up with recognition as he discerned the familiar form of his brother Garnt approaching, mounted on his trusty horse, Huta. Excitement bubbled within him, knowing that his brother's arrival meant news and tales to share, also to boast about his development to him and show why he was indeed the better right hand to him.
Baktou turned to Telvi, his girlfriend, who stood beside him, equally eager to hear the latest updates. "Telvi, it's Garnt! He's coming," he exclaimed with a grin.
