Hidden Agendas
Ground floor.
Ivo and the rest had finally arrived down below.
But before stepping out or revealing themselves, they readjusted their armor, checking to see if anything was out of place.
And with his chest raised to the heavens, Ivo took a proud and intimidating stance.
However, his eyes were quick to give him away now that he had a very closer look at the massive cluster of over 70 carriages.
Bloody Hell!
Though they were painted, he could tell that they were made of metal.
But... But this didn't make any sense at all!
Metal carriages would never last because of one word... Rust.
How can one have them when most seasons favor rain and cold?
Additionally, the weight of the carriages alone would be very tasking for horses to pull for long distances... Not to talk of the weight once a person or barrage was placed into them.
Wood was always the way to go.
So how did these people do it?