A caravan moved steadily down the rough dirt road, the wooden wheels creaking with each turn. A line of strong wagons rolled forward, pulled by sturdy horses. The drivers, wrapped in thick cloaks, sat atop their seats, guiding the teams with steady hands.
Two guards on horseback rode alongside, their eyes sharp and watchful. Each carried a sword at his side. Their dark cloaks fluttered slightly in the warm evening breeze, and their horses moved smoothly, well-trained for long journeys.
A grander carriage followed behind, its polished wood glinting in the golden light of the setting sun. The sound of pages flipping in a book could be heard from time to time.
Now and then, faint rustling came from the thickets beyond, but nothing could be seen. The guards exchanged looks but kept quiet, their hands resting near their weapons.
