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That night, the caravan camped in the valley.
Guards and mercenaries bustled about, and compared to the previous day, the mercenaries were in higher spirits. Laine guessed this was because the battle had gone smoothly today, and most mercenaries must have profited from the goblins.
In contrast, the merchants' spirits were not as high. While going downhill, a carriage overturned under the wolves' harassment, spilling the black barrels of volatile oil it carried. Mats did some calculations and realized his loss was over a hundred Gold Dinars.
In the night sky, stars dotted the heavens, and in the distance, the jungle-covered Scavell Mountain revealed a glimpse under its veil to everyone—a haunting tale of rampant forest growth and bones by the roadside.
"Hurry, hurry!" Guards were loading and unloading goods. With the help of two people, a large wooden crate was lifted from the carriage.