Rowan had just finished addressing the villagers when three young soldiers sprinted toward him, their faces etched with exhaustion and worry.
The three of them came to a halt in front of Rowan and gasped to catch their lost breath.
"What is it?" Rowan asked with a frown.
"Captain Oliver sent us. There is something coming towards our village from the north!" the soldiers reported.
"Something coming towards us? What is it? A monster?" Rowan asked, uncertain about their report, wondering if it was monsters.
"We haven't confirmed yet, but we can describe it for you," one of them answered and began describing the structure they saw.
"A horse-driven carriage," Rowan muttered inaudibly as his mind pictured the perfect imagery of their descriptions.
