Not the Caravan

After the duel with Mike, everyone slowly dispersed. Mike himself seemed to be resting on one of the benches in the village, talking to his son, Clyde.

Alaric couldn't hear the pair, but from what he could see, Clyde was excited about whatever they were talking about.

Currently, Alaric was at the front of the village, with the shabby, makeshift fence being his only company. He was waiting for the caravan to arrive. It should be coming today, but it seemed to be arriving a bit late.

Pulling out his golden pocket watch, Alaric noted the time to be 10 a.m., which was an hour later than normal.

With nothing else to do, Alaric sat and waited. He would give it 2 hours since that was all he had before he should be back to work.

He wouldn't remain bored for long, because Bonnie soon arrived at his side.

"Shouldn't you wash up? You and Dad worked up quite the sweat, village chief," Bonnie said, clearly teasing her village chief.