Blinding sand swept past.
When the sand settled, a glance upward revealed a high, ochre-colored wall in the distance.
An endless stream of packhorse caravans traveled to and from the city, stopping at the gates to be inspected before they were allowed inside.
"Lord, that's Bonta Market."
The speaker was one of the two Wandering Knights, a man named Ao Kai.
He was a relatively methodical man, though not without his hot-headed, impulsive moments. He understood his current predicament, however, and harbored no resentment about being a captive.
At least, after being purchased, they were spared the tragic fate of becoming arena slaves, forced to fight to the death.
As for the other Wandering Knight, a man named Hoover, he was nothing but hot blood and impulse.
Thankfully, they were both self-aware—or, to be more precise, aware of the power of Leech's retinue.
