The the Guard Leader stood up and looked arounds. Everyone in the caravan was dead. Either shot by the raiders, or by stray bullets from each others guns. There was nothing left to do, so he walked off to the west. Dozens of caravans are loading and unloading at the city gates.
Men stand waiting to leave, or for their caravans to arrive.
In the thick of all this activity two men stand waiting for their caravn. One scowle and looks at his watch. Maybe they got attacked. Caravan Master You'd think they'd be smart enough to run. Site and Logo designed by Darkside .