The trees beside the road were casting long shadows over the winding dirt road that connected Garnt's village to the mining outposts of Kiriah village and the other mining village.
It could have been a relaxing scenery for the suppliers of the metal that Garnt appointed, if not for the chaos behind them that almost threatened their lives.
The rhythmic clatter of hooves echoed through the air as Baktou's menacing men on horseback closed in on the creaking carts laden with iron ore that belonged to Garnt.
"Look at all this bounty, lads! The leader would be happy to see this many irons." shouted one of Baktou's henchmen, a brutish figure with a twisted grin. "These pathetic villagers won't know what hit them. Follow me, lads"
