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Morning light rained down on the heart of Emadlageni, running through its heart was the Farmers Walkway, a dirt road used by goat farmers and traders running continuously through six territories.
Exactly in the centre at a quick trot moved a hulking blue carriage, black with gold trimmings, creating a dark feel, despite the bright shine against the light. On top a score of men, another running next to it. Every one of them layered in bright mail topped with steel plating and helmets. Ten marching on each side. Weapons out, suspicion sewn into their harsh stares. Determination filled every step, duty keeping it constant.
Seventeen days away from their goal, fourteen from the last day of their lives.