Shake out your boots

The Warlord was constantly seeking distraction. Being alone with his thoughts was unwelcoming and dangerous. As a faint rumbling started in the distance, Seer knew they were in for a storm. In the North, that meant snow was more likely than rain. It was going to be a cold day. If the biting wind blowing in from the North was any indication, and wouldn’t let up for a while. He had some time before the worst of the storm reached them, so he took the time to check their watchpoints and check in with the patrols.

He made his way to First Light Point first, knowing Keahi was up there. He brought with him a woollen coat and some well wrapped hot food. Both items were stored in a pack he borrowed from the stores. He knew Keahi saw him long before he arrived, but he held his peace until he was within comfortable talking range. “How’s it looking?” He asked as he reached the highest point.


"Sirius Fatalis"