"The lions have feasted. Now it's our turn to dine."
"Remember your current status, follow me!"
...
After the lions devoured the juiciest piece of meat, the hyenas followed closely behind.
The dust by the Rushing River had just settled, and the workers on the docks were still picking through the scattered barrels, trying to salvage some losses.
However, just then, the earth-shaking sound of hooves echoed once more, and a shining flag appeared again at the end of the road.
"It's the Knight Order!"
"They're back!"
The Ryan merchants by the river harbor looked up in terror, barely recovering from the last raid, when the second wave of "nightmares" was already upon them.
Brennan was riding on a tall warhorse, wearing a war robe that didn't quite fit, holding a terrifying battle axe in hand.
Even though his demeanor didn't quite match a knight's, for those Ryan people who were already scared out of their wits, it no longer mattered what he was.
