Thump, thump!
A group of wagons and carriages rattled through a dirt road, leaving behind the bustling city of Dawnwatch.
A sigil of Crimson Hounds adorned the side of each carriage and wagon.
The mercenaries watched as the Dawnwatch hid behind the hills and disappeared from view.
It was a place where they had spent countless years to make a name for themselves and for their guild. Now, they were leaving it behind.
They were riding towards the unknown—Ebonreach.
Some of these mercenaries had never visited it before but had heard countless tales about that place.
It was the only place where one could leave to go beyond the wall, where Chaosbeings and Wildlifers dwelled.
It was the first line of defense against the dangers of the unknown.
Most of them didn't want to leave Dawnwatch and their beautiful villa. They were already missing their rooms and the safety of the familiar.
