~WHOOSH!~
The caravan was attacked by projectiles a few minutes after Ralyks mentioned the presence of enemy forces in the distance.
The dense cluster of trees in the distance danced back and forth, as if waving at the caravan as the several projectiles charged forth.
The gleaming rain of enchanted arrows descended upon the carriage from the sky.
Their number was overwhelming, and the strength within each arrow was enough to kill a man.
It was also safe to assume they were poisoned as well.
Normally, upon seeing so many attacks charging at a caravan full of valuables, the group was meant to stop, or even turn back as quickly as possible.
Defensive measures ought to be put in place as a result of the imminent threat approaching.
However, none of that was the case.
The group kept advancing as if there was nothing wrong.
