The dust cloud rising in the distance told them a wagon approached and — as only Vylid would be found in a land vehicle — the humans began ducking into their huts, to prepare for possible searches.
The wagon’s steam engine hissed and belched as the vehicle neared, and it slowed gradually, rolling to a stop in the center of the village. The Vylid aboard her made no move to dismount, but waited for the village headman to approach and ask after their needs.
It would be taxes. If it had been for a fugitive, they would have been holding pressure rifles.