Liam was not even thirty. He was the leader of this illegal caravan.
According to the team members near the carriage, Liam used to be a member of an aristocratic family from the Kingdom of Easteria. However, he had to resort to his current trade after his family's fortune declined.
Liam was not very good with words. He always had a stern expression on his face, holding a sword, and riding a horse named Storm Chaser at the front of the group.
With him was a hunchbacked man in his fifties, whom Isaac only noticed when they left the border of the Kingdom of Northwing.
The caravan was stopped by the border guards, but Liam did not step forward. Instead, the hunchbacked man approached with a smile to negotiate. It seemed like there was someone familiar inside, so the guards let them pass without a thorough check.
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