The soldiers swarmed the camp, and Abel walked out of one of the carriages carrying the still unconscious woman. The soldiers knew who he was, so no one tried to approach him, except Alcott. "Do you know? I had an old friend to deal with."
Abel smiled, "You're talking about that lone wolf? Send him my ways, I've got some girls who would love to take care of him instead of you." Abel then looked back at the countless corpses he left. "I dealt with those, but you'd better start monitoring those who pass through the lands, especially near the capital."
Alcott scratched the back of his head. "We would've done that… but Arad's policy is not to bother those who are just passing by."
"If there is a massive caravan, then you probably should. Leaving one or two guys pass unchecked isn't a problem, but a whole caravan. That could prove to be a problem." As Abel looked at Alcott, a soldier approached them.
