The September night wind was gently affectionate, carrying the coolness of river moisture, making people want to close their eyes unconsciously.
In a mountain depression north of Starlight Town, the former smuggling den had already been cleared by the Falan Army.
Heads of several bandits and smugglers were placed on sharp stakes, and beyond the stakes and fences were carriages and tents.
Most tents were already dark, only a few still glowed with dim oil lamp light, like eyes too sleepy to stay open.
The campfire crackled with a spark, and Lemay slammed his cards on the box with a snap: "Are you in or not?"
The other three soldiers looked at each other and cursed angrily, throwing down their cards and reaching for money.
"Lemay, you must be cheating! Winning every round!"
"If I were cheating, would I waste it on you three? I couldn't win more than two Dinars in a night."
