The three kids interrupted their frog catching efforts* as they heard the rumble of a cart in the distance. It was a utilitarian affair - the study, no-nonsense kind that a small merchant or farmer would have used, pulled by a single mule. But the cart driver caught their attention - that was no merchant. A wide-brimmed hat, a black cloak despite the sun, the hilt of a long blade visible, hauberk underneath.
The hat tilted up. Blood-shot eyes peeked from under the brim, a pale, gaunt, ill-shaved face.
"BOO!" the man shouted. Two of the kids fled screaming. But one, a girl, held her ground. She crossed her arms and jutted her chin.
The man smiled, stopped the mule. "Kid! Where's Imani's Tower? The sage of Hap?" The girl pointed at a country lane.
"Catch!" the man replied, as he flicked in her direction a fat copper piece. The girl caught it, looked at the man again, and turned around to find her friends. The man's thin smile faded, and he urged the mule onward.
A short while later, the cart arrived at the tower. "Well at least that half-wit messenger got that part right" the man muttered as he heavily got off the cart, armor jingling. He surveyed the area as he belted the sword to his waist, and hitched the mule to a post.
"No trouble from you", he glared at the mule. The mule glared back. "You better hope we don't run out of rations".
He adjusted his cloak and as he did so, a small shadowy shape fluttered out. "Sooty, take a look around". He walked the small rise to the tower, one booted foot dragging, a hand on his sword hilt, the armor reaching past his knees.
He reached the door knocker, banged it three times. There was no immediate answer.
"Bloody wizards..."
*I'm assuming it's summer, adjust if the season is wrong