The guards approached the wagon with steady steps. They were extremely cautious, aware that it could also be a trap.
As they got closer, a strong scent of fresh blood hit their noses. All of them raised their brows at once upon sensing it.
"Be extra careful! We don't know what's inside. It could be a well-planned trap," the leader warned, his expression grim and his forehead covered in sweat as the suspense grew heavier.
Even though the scent of blood filled the air, they couldn't determine its origin. It could belong to a magical beast, a farm animal… or a human.
'Let's hope this isn't a trap. But this smell… it's making me uneasy,' the leader thought, swallowing nervously as more sweat trickled down his temple.
He gripped his sword tightly in one hand and approached the wagon slowly. He signaled the other guards to provide backup.
The guards followed suit, weapons in hand, surrounding the wagon from all directions.
