Smoke lazily swirled around as the cool breeze blew softly, the pungent smell of blood lingered on it as did the smell of wet sand and rain. It had rained during the early hours of the morning and the rain had put out most of the fire.
A few corpse lay on the floor covered with white clothes stained with crimson and soot. The place looked deserted and void of life.
Alder took in the surroundings as he dismounted his horse. His gaze snapped up in alert and his hand went for the hilt of his sword on hearing the crunching sound of a twig being crushed.
Howrver, it turned out to be the residents slowly creeping out of their hiding places. They had sticks and pitchforks in their hands which they obviously intended to use to defend themselves. And on realizing that it was the king and his so
