Bait

The roads spread across the horizon, patrol cavalry occasionally coming into view. There was nothing but a mat of green pastures sprawling all over the place.

Pedestrians moved in their lane with goods in their hands in the cool winds of the morning. 

Some merchant caravans moved through the roads with no guard or mercenaries for protection, as the patrols were so strict they didn't need any extra protection from potential highway robberies and bandits. 

"It's so beautiful," said David Costa, looking out of the carriage window. "I can't get enough of it, even after visiting last time." 

General Barnabas sat silently reading a small book that he had brought to pass the time during his travels. 

He pointed at something from the window.

"General.. Look at that temple. It's so beautiful."