“Baron Illus, corner a dog in a dead-end, and it will turn and bite,” Steward Lewis tried to say.
“But a dog is still a dog!” Baron Illus turned to his army with a fiery gaze in his eyes. “All of you know what the exiled Prince, Master Ryan Von Roald, looks like. I will personally grant a reward of 100 Gold Coins to whoever can bring him and his belongings to me!”
Loud cheer erupted from his men.
The army of Baron Illus dispersed into the village, each of them bearing themselves with a zeal to accomplish their task.
100 Gold was an effective motivator!
The first dozen of guards that charged into the Stonefall Village found themselves falling to the ground.
“Ah!”
“Argh!”
“This is—!”