The morning weather was slightly brighter, but the air still carried remnants of the night's chill, people's and horses' breaths condensed into a layer of frost at their mouths and noses. At this time, one could already feel the breath of winter within the Tonyger territory.
The convoy of people and horses passed through the mountain valley between two mountains. The surrounding forest was cold and dark, resembling an ink painting. In the distance, the mountains appeared lush and green behind a veil of mist.
A group of over thirty men, all clad in armor and carrying weapons; they were all soldiers on detached duty, but not professional soldiers of Erune, rather mercenaries. In the Tonyger region, only in the nearby areas of Pallas were professional soldiers visible, as Gruding's most elite knights were gathered at the mountain pass fortress extending north from Glahar Mountain.
