"Ding-a-ling!" The crisp sound of bells echoed in the wind, as a not-so-small group leisurely traveled through the trade road carved out in the dense forest.
This was a caravan with over a dozen lizard-drawn carts. Yes, that's right, lizard-drawn carts. Instead of horses, these carts were pulled by giant lizards close to four meters long, with black and yellow wrinkled skin. Each of these lizards had a large copper bell hanging from its neck.
"Leader Sandro, make sure your men are on high alert. We should be able to reach Black Rock Town before dark today. I don't want any setbacks. Work hard now, and tonight I'll treat your men to a feast with the money I make from selling these goods," said the fat man at the head of the caravan, leaning against a pile of goods three meters tall, to the brawny man walking at the front of the group, riding a horned horse, and carrying a heavy sword on his back.
