Leech tugged lightly on his horse's reins. The watchtower was already visible in the distance.
As they drew closer, a man on the watchtower shouted, "Halt! Who goes there!"
'What a fine place.' Leech ignored the archer's shout, his gaze fixed on Date Palm Village.
There was a magnificent grove of date palms, laden with heavy fruit.
Riding beside him, Kuer Oasis called back in a loud voice, "I am the lord of Bonta Market! I am here at the invitation of your lord, Baron Jin Fu, to watch the death match!"
The archer on the tower hesitated. It didn't matter where this noble came from; a noble was a noble, and not someone he could afford to offend. He had better just pass the message along.
"Please wait! We are sending someone to report back now!"
A man scrambled down from the watchtower and hurried toward the distant village.
Leech turned to the flintlock cavalryman behind him. "What do you think?"
