Sergeant Thade nickel reached up, clasping his great sword, his men reverently had named nightshade. He prepared himself to draw the enormous black steel blade. It was larger than others of its kind, his men always wondered, at how he could fight so deftly with the beast. Night duty always put him on edge. Recently Bandits had been getting more desperate, attacking more frequent. Out in the night almost at the horizon, arose great cloud of dust trailing up into the air. Corporal Davis stood next to him, his tan lacquered armor gleaming in the moonlight. The man was tall, almost a head taller than, Thade himself.  He raised his spyglass. Curiously Davis broke the silence.<br/>"Sir, a Caravan this time of night?"<br/>"Corporal Rouse the men"<br/>The man looked back at him a Incredulous look on his face.<br/>"Sir?"<br/>slightly annoyed he replied.<br/>"Just Do it, I have a Suspicion this isn't any ordinary caravan"<br/>"Bandits sir?"<br/>Growling at the man pointing to the Guard-post.<br/>"Corporal, Move!"