"Ah, my apologies for our impoliteness," Sam muttered, his forehead glistening with beads of sweat as he hastily adjusted his demeanor to exude more politeness. "Please, this way," he added, gesturing towards the path ahead.
Stepping aside, Sam cleared the way for the carriages to make their entrance. As he did so, he signaled to the villagers who had armed themselves, silently urging them to lower their weapons and bow in deference. The sound of rustling leaves and the hushed whispers of the villagers filled the air, mingling with the scent of damp earth and the distant fragrance of blooming flowers.
Observing this unexpected display, the captain felt a flicker of confusion before regaining his composure. A mischievous grin crept across his face as he swung himself back onto his horse, his gaze lifted in an air of superiority. With measured steps, he led his entourage into the heart of the village.