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A clap of metal against rock scattered throughout the air in the mountains as a orchestra of armored toes and heels smacked against the rugged and bumpy earth that paraded the mountain sides, claps and clanks of legs moving and steel tapping against one another both amplified by the echoing effect one gets when in such a daunting environment. The wind brushed against the ears of each the men that where marching down the mountain side, each letting out a heavy blow of air as they swallowed as much oxygen as they could when lifting up a rather thick and fat metal bar that was protruding towards two of the fellows marching, each with their backs hunched forward and their necks arched up in a semi-fashion, not baring enough strength to look up as normal when dragging their bodies and the tip of those poles too. There was a good number of men, in all honesty, one could guess forty in total and most where walking up straight but in a tired fashion, those that where arch was simply four and each of them where behind and ahead of a large, horseless carriage embedded on top of two large long, previously mentioned metal bars, having the workers the rider employed carry his compartment rather than simply attaching horses and giving the box wheels. The men where all moderately well armored, each having a pair of small, circle shoulder plates that reached to their biceps while being given a chest amour, the stomachs open however and as where their legs apart fro their crotches, feet and knees, all the infantry wore a set of steel covered gloves while being given a helmet that reach only to their noses. The helmet, gloves and general amour each had a form of circles on them, each of the kneepads at least having a coin engrave into the middle, although only one kneepad had this, the other was spiked for attacks. The numerous armors where smooth but wielded many bumps and marks from the demonic design they had on their chests, the etched image being of a demonic being with coins for eyes, wrapping his teeth around a small set of jewels, them marking was un-coloured and simply left as a symbol on the chest pieces of the troops while their heads where gifted with a number of swirling lines and foreign tongue ,each being different as if customized by the wearer personally. Below the armour, they all wore a simple, plain white Jump suit although some wore cloaks too to match due to the possiblity of cold and rain.

The various marking where a good symbol, even the demon was a being of great joy in Edrin's homeland, but he was pretty far from home now. As each of these troopers clambered onwards before a loud and dusty tone bellowed from the window of the wooden box, sounding strongly deep due to the accent of the Memic and the sheer sense of aggressive nobility he held in his voice "Stop!" each of the men quickly ceased the choir of stomps they emitted, some carrying on for a moment before noticing the others and following suite as they all peered at the wooden box. The mist and air each smashed against the narrow path ways walls and jagged ribs, generating a loud, natural whistle from the elements while causing also the sound of patting from the various troopers cloaks and jump suits flapping by the push of the wind, creating a personal but subtle entrance song for the leader of the Cavcareto, Sir Edrin Bullmic who's hand had just begun to push the oak door forth, generating a bit of a squeak from the un-oiled hitches. The darkness from within shadowed over the robed figure, the only thing visible a wrinkled and vainy old hand that shivered just slightly as it was forced to push a bit of weight, his palm had a smooth but worn out affect to it, his hand looked as if they spent years in strain by the sheer tension his fingers had, perhaps too many hours lifting and counting coins over and over, or writing documents for hours on end but it matter really not such a reason as a man like Bullmic needed not any hands to get things done, Slowly a small shoe appeared, laced in various designs from well-known taylors at the bottom, each having a rune of some sort masterfully stitched while the shoe was no simple, like a soft slipper that covered just past his heel while being a chestnut brown, the same shoe however was soon expelled from as the old man from within the box got onto the ground, covering his entire body with his robe now when not stretching out his legs. So stood Sir Bullmic, as soon as he go out his pale skin seemed to fit well with the colour scheme of the cruel and grey rocky sides in the mountains, his veins burning brightly here when spotten due to the lack of shades to distract one from them, that short but well endowed beard slowly fluttered weakly before being left alone by the wind. Edrin brushy eyebrows lifted, reaching up in a somewhat surprised expression while his lips and cheeks remained long, as if he was to be curious of something but none the less keeping his frigid composure while slowly turning his ribs from side to side to peek at the area. Edrin after taking a swift breath of air to catch the scent of these new lands simply noded with a meager bow to his men carrying the box, each of them putting it down with a loud wooden "clank" before slowly walking into the formation with the rest of his servants. Bullmic let his tongue smack against his bottom lip for a moment before simply saying in a simple and casual old tone "We leave transport here. It would send a bad image...bad image, is never good for business..I walk from here. Give those men water and food..nobody make them carry supplies..they earn break.." Despite the somewhat crabbiness of his voice it did get a tad more soft as he let the men who onced carry him rest, each of them immediately being given a drink as they waited around for a couple of minutes, allowing his troops to catch a breath and bite some bread before starting to shuffle forth down the mountains at a slow pace, they where over the worst and was soon to be at the desired destination, so naturally an aging and un-fit man like Edrin would need only a small hand at best to get to the location as it was mostly down hill from there.

Half an hour past and the sounds of solders feet smashing against the grass would enter peoples ears, or at least the people that still lived as the Merchant and his men started to to come into view of the minions standing guard for the moonblade clans. Sir Edrin was quick and a good number of troops for some reason only stood at the twilight of the entrance to the village grounds, all of them staring at the thugs and killers while four fully armored solders walked with Edrin to the two. These troops all had perfect posture, even after walking so long they seemed un-hindered, two where at least six foot five and the two others where five foot ten and six foot, although they where made even taller by the fat, chunky and weighted full body knights equipment they where wearing. One wielded a spear, another a two handed axe while two had swords at their sides, each of these men made thunderous steps and armies of tats and tings when walking with Edrin, stopping as the leader halted before what would seem to be the guards of the area "Good morning, Gentlemen" He bellowed out in a very refined but happy tone, his normally long face smirking up in a snobby but friendly grin as he twirled his head to gaze at the destruction once wreaked onto the village before turning his orbs back to the two "I need to talk to you're leader, now. Tell him that time is limited" He retained his good tune but he was quick and swift in a slightly less gracious matter, as if he just snapped onto the possibility of having to talk to the two thugs in any way and stopped it before it could happen.