There was a cool breeze blowing down the street, evaporating the sweat from Beverly as she sat outside the Crow’s Foot Tavern. Across from her, Olivia scanned the street, watching as the townsfolk went about their business. Beverly took a swig of her wine, immediately feeling the coolness in her throat. This was one of the warmer days of summer, and she found herself missing the cooler climate of Bodden.
“Looks like something's up,” mused Olivia, looking down the street. Beverly followed her friend's gaze to the eastern gate, where a group of horsemen rode through.
“What do you make of it?” asked Beverly.
“Looks like knights,” the older woman replied, “though I daresay they don’t look happy.”
Covered in dust and dirt, they removed their helmets to reveal scowls on their faces.
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