The grand carriage, now parked in front of a modest inn, stood in sharp contrast to its humble surroundings. Its intricate design, gilded edges, and the two majestic tigers harnessed to it had already drawn the attention of passersby, who quickly averted their gazes, intimidated by the exotic sight. The atmosphere was tense, though the man leading the group masked it well with his casual demeanour.
Leaning back against the plush interior of the carriage, the man smirked as he spoke to his supposed "wives," his voice playful but laced with an undertone of command.
"Well, my darlings," he began, his tone carrying the faintest trace of a foreign accent. "We've made it. Nateron, at last. No need to be scared anymore. Just play along, and this city will be ours to do with as we please."
