Chaos erupted in the darkness; after days of peace and still within the boundaries of the Empire, no one would have expected an attack.
The convoy was massive and fully armed, so much that ordinary bandits and robbers wouldn't dare approach it. Eden was puzzled—just who had the audacity, the recklessness of a bear-hearted leopard, to attack this wedding procession?
In the dense curtain of night, the soldiers of the Royal Guard scrambled to pick up their weapons and don armor. Then, with several utterances of the Ancient Language, orbs of light sprang into existence, illuminating the entire campsite and the surrounding meadows.
These were spells relating to illumination, cast by the accompanying Priests.
Eden slowly drew his short sword, standing cautiously at the edge of the tent. For safety, it'd be best if the situation was handled by the Royal Guard and the Night Watchmen.
Under the tent's lamplight, two long shadows stretched across the ground.
"Don't you go out!"
