"Be at ease, my kind mister, we are here just to pass a message to one of your passengers. There will be no blood spilled here today – you have the word of the vice-commander of the Light Order."
"..."
The tall man in full armor raised his hand and loudly announced to the anxious coachman, who didn't seem to particularly believe the declaration.
Sill, a carriage wasn't exactly a means of transport that could back up fast without the proper u-turn and the group of fourteen men led by the so-called vice commander of the Light Order blocked the road right in front of the horses, so the coachman didn't have much choice.
It wasn't like the knights in front of him were just some common magicless bandits whom he could try to trample and make the dashing escape – those here were light magicians with active enchantments – the carriage would stand no chance in the contest of durability, not to even mention the innocent horses.
"Sir, sirs, as you can see I am..."
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