The people that blocked the road had to be more than a thousand. The sight of them made him frown in displeasure.
But then he saw some familiar faces among the crowd of people. The closer he got to the crowd and the more he looked at them, the more of them he recognized.
The crowd was made up of men and women of various ages and sizes. There were poor people among them as well as rich people.
They stood together and blocked the road early in the morning when he had somewhere to be in a hurry. He should be angry. But he wasn't angry because he identified who they were. Their identity made him smile.
They too saw who he was and seemed to have recognized him. They roared at the top of their lungs at him.
"Master Red Mane! Master Red Mane! Master Red Mane!"
Then the crowd parted and made a way for him to pass in the middle. He passed this path and laughed. He also waved at them in passing.
