Exiled Baron on horse

The Baron approached the edge of the forest once again, where his mercenary troops lay hidden, to survey the village below. Everything unfolded with the usual tranquility of a spring morning: villagers herding their livestock to nearby meadows, merchants setting up their market stalls, and women carrying bundles of clothes to the riverside washhouse under the bridge. A serene morning that he was poised to transform into one of blazing combat. His former servants had assured him that the drawbri