Flame Town

Thud thud thud thud…

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and sand flew everywhere. 

Silver Wolf and his party rode in the desert for more than half an hour, and they finally saw a cluster of buildings in the distance at the horizon of the desert. 

"We're here."

Silver Wolf tugged at the reins of his horse at a high spot of a sand hill. His expression was calm as he looked down and said, "The town in front is our goal. That's Flame Town! When we're there, we'll drink and get rid of our unlucky stroke."

"We've been chased by those Embroidered Uniform Guards for half a day. It's about time that we search for a place to rest. I'm starving."

Bar stroked his belly in an exaggerated fashion and grinned foolishly. 

Only Bar would occasionally cast a glance behind them. He would sometimes mumble about Tiger Soul and the alliance master, looking as if he found it incredibly regrettable and pitiful that he lost an exciting show.