Roadside Ambush

Yes, the scent of iron filled my nose, and it was coming from not too far off. I sighed and rushed forward. If it was happening on the road, that meant that someone was in trouble. While I could ignore it, what kind of person would that make me? I know I speak about not caring about others, but at the same time, I can not ignore what I already see. Well, in this case, smelled. 

As I rounded the bend down over a hill, I saw a carriage tipped over on the side of the road and the scaled horses that were pulling it, all dead. A group of people were huddled together off to the side. It looked like a family of some upper class nobles. Their guards surrounded them and were fighting off what looked to be bandits, but when I saw how they were fighting, I knew they were more than just bandits. "Norian army deserters?" This was just a guess because their combat and style and how they used magic while wielding a sword resemble that of the Norian army front linesmen.