The riders rode in at a fast pace, only halting at the last moment. The man in the front leaned forward, hands pressed on the pommel. He eyed Camissa, a lascivious leer planted on a handsome face. Most of the others cast their glances toward the saddlebags, or to Rhaven. Wary looks appeared on their faces when they eyed him. The man in the front spoke, the one who had been eyeing Camissa.
"Don't know what you're carryin' in those bags, but since you're concerned about avoiding the guards on the main road, must be worth somethin'." The man's glare fell on each of them in turn, finishing with Rhaven. He let his gaze linger there.
"Since the guards don't find it necessary to patrol these parts anymore, we decided to take up the service for them. It would only seem fair to pay us the tax you
