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The Kingsroad was buried in snowfall. The trees that flanked it bared a similar resemblance. That of a blank mess fueled by the wind, dancing alongside the path until everything turned to white. The silhouettes of armed men crossed one tree line to the other. Their cloaks took form from the wind they strode against. The black figures scrolled through the blanketed wilderness in unison, side by side a meter apart.
“We need a fire.”
This was unanimous. The men made quick work of the thinner trees surrounding them, cutting to the dryness within and piling the capable stakes for the cold night ahead. One of them scraped their blade slowly down a portion and let the byproduct fill his pockets. He closed his cloak around himself and the sound of metal meeting metal was succeeded by a bundle of smoking tinder. A bundle that was quickly escorted underneath a secondary pile of wood, spawning the intense light and heat needed to take on the inevitable freezing darkness.
“Alright let’s skin that fucking thing already.”
Another man carrying a fresh deer carcass walked towards a big tree and began to set it down so he could separate the hide from the meal. As it fell from his shoulders to the ground its path was obstructed. The deer fell to the right, and the obstruction slumped to the left side. They all knew immediately. Nothing they hadn’t seen before or wouldn’t continue to see. The body was covered, but the shoulders hit the ground with another metallic clang. The fall knocked a portion of snow off the torso and the firelight danced on its immaculate surface.
“That’s castle forged steel.”