Author POV
"Did you know that people often say that Haven Trail was a sacred path and also feared by traders?"
A middle-aged man with a chubby build and dressed like a merchant sat on the front bench of the caravan train. He would have looked like a human trader if his ears were not shaped like pig ears.
Meanwhile, a much younger figure sat across from the middle-aged man, wearing a shirt made of low-quality cotton and a nose like a weasel's. The figure shook their head slightly and bowed their head down again. It was clear that their relationship was superior and subordinate, or maybe employer and servant.
"Haha–you really don't know anything! Let me tell you, it's because this area is full of mountain bandits, thieves, and wild animals! That's why Haven Trail is both a deserted path
