No, something smell bad here

Mira and Khala jumped off their horses and prepared to push the wagon. The warrioress spat in her hands just like her father had taught her, which always got her mother mad. One of the woodcutters made for her space near the wagon.

"Come on, girls, we will do this in a moment. It is only a piece of mud, nothing to..." Mira stopped in the middle of her sentence, realizing that something was wrong here. Something that she should have noticed in the beginning.

"Where did all that mud come from? Why is there so much of it?" She asked her friends. Khala looked at her, confused what she meant.

"How the mud was made? That is simple, my dear, from the dirt combined with water, most often from the rain. Oh my, your parents didn't teach you that? " Answered Ariane, still on her horse and looking at the blue sky. Mira only nodded, grabbing harder her sword.

"Right, but... It hasn't rained since a few days! It is impossible to have mud on the road, at least not enough to stop a wagon with horse and two men. This is wrong... " When Mira mention that the rest of party noticed the logic in her words. That part of the road was at the beginning of a forest, so it was impossible to make enough shadow to cover the mud for a few days. Khala made a move to her daggers...

"They aren't stupid, Karl. Get them!" Shouted the hooded woodcutter and rose his hands in complicated moves while his partner closer to Mira grabbed his axe and hit her. Only thanks to her years of training and practice Mira managed to dodge the strike by jumping back. Ariane realized that the man was preparing a spell.

"Look out, he is a mage!!!" She shouted as the earth under her horse changed into a forest of stone spears. The animal panicked and threw the elf mage off. Ariane fell down on her back, right in the fake mud.

Khala swung her daggers seeing that both her friends needed her help. Mira grabbed the handle of the axe and started wrestling with the man called Karl, trying to push him back, while the man casting spells made a big fist of earth to throw on the just-getting-up Ariane.