Puppets Tied Up On A String

“They’re here, Sir,” a Kobold reported.

Kezmet nodded and then eyed the approaching Caravans with a solemn look on his face.

Currently, they were standing on the top of a canyon, overseeing the Caravan passing below them.

If they wished for it, they could cause a landslide that would bury these Humans and wipe out more than half of them in a single move.

But Kezmet didn’t do that.

Their Shaman had emphasized to him that their role was to only make sure that the Caravans would not venture anywhere else as they traveled on the White Road, leading to the White Forest.

Truth be told, there was another route that the humans could have taken, which would still lead them up to the White Mountains Marches.

This Mountain was home to the Mountain People, the Mountain Trolls, as well as the Kobolds.

Their task was to ensure that the Humans wouldn’t take the route up the mountains and simply continue their journey towards the White Forest.