The golden carriage rolled with an echoing creek along the mountain path. Its ornate decorations caught the filtered sunlight that seeped through the dense canopy of pine trees overhead. The golden panels gleamed with intricate carvings depicting scenes of legendary battles and mythical creatures, while its wheels, reinforced with iron bands, rumbled over the uneven terrain.
Two Desert Warhorses pulled the carriage with steady, determined strides, their dark manes fluttering in the crisp mountain breeze.
The carriage driver, a towering man with a rough-hewn face, kept a watchful eye on the narrow road ahead. His grey hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, and he wore a broad-brimmed hat to shield his eyes from the glaring sun. A sword hung from his belt, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in these remote regions.
