"Halt!" The city's guards blocked their path as soon as they reached the gate. "What brings you here?" Asked a guard who looked like a cheetah as he rested a hand on his sword.
"We're guests of the Duke of Fire," Bao said, tiredness seeping from his voice. "We have been ambushed by Skywalkers on the way here, explaining our inappropriate clothing."
'Inappropriate is an understatement.' Arthur looked at their guards, servants, and at Bao himself. All of them were covered in either blood or dust. Their carriage was met with an unusual whirlwind that worked to cover its beautiful wood with mud.
"Do you have any documents?" The cheetah-man asked with suspicion and a bit of fear. It seems he didn't dare offend the duke's guests, but he was still diligent enough to check for identification.
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