The sun hung low in the western sky as the expedition approached Riverside Village.
From a distance, it looked peaceful.
A narrow river curved around the settlement like a protective embrace, its clear waters reflecting the orange glow of the evening sun. Stone cottages with thatched roofs stood neatly along winding streets, while several wooden fishing boats bobbed gently against a small dock.
Thin streams of smoke rose from chimneys as families prepared supper.
Children played beside the riverbank until they noticed the approaching caravan.
"Look!"
"So many wagons!"
One of them shouted excitedly.
The children ran back toward the village, their voices carrying through the air.
Within minutes, curious villagers had gathered near the entrance.
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Commander Gareth raised a hand, signaling the caravan to slow.
A middle-aged man wearing a simple brown cloak stepped forward from the waiting crowd.
His beard had begun to gray, but his posture remained straight.
