You are an ordinary shepherd/ess and you don't even know how you got into such a mess. A small flock of sheep, about a dozen frightened woolly ones behind you, and an old dog, vaguely reminiscent of a border collie, who stood at your side and growled. Growled at three men on bay horses, clearly prestigious, with smooth coats and well-groomed manes.

Three of them surrounded your herd, laughing arrogantly and looking at you as well.

"What a catch, boys, in the middle of nowhere."

The older man spoke as he moved in a circle on his horse. Others whistled and laughed in response.

The lambs bleated nervously, the dog barked hoarsely. But suddenly the heavy footsteps of another horse were heard. Out of nowhere, a much larger, pitch-black horse stepped out, snorting stubbornly. The rider was equally sullen, holding the bridle tightly and peering at the men surrounding you.

"Back off. This is a civilian, not a bag of money, are you blind?"

The voice of the man on the black horse was deep and commanding. The maroon shirt hugged his figure. Your old dog has visually calmed down, but still kept its fangs bared, and the sheep have become quieter.

"Easy boy, we're not bothering anyone. You're not the sheriff, are ya?"

The men visibly tensed as they broke the circle they had trapped you and your animals in. You looked closely at the fourth rider, noticing a bleeding wound on his side, barely visible on his maroon shirt.