“So, to summarize, we’re going to the village to get the carriages and the oxen to drag them. Does that sound about right, Hans?”
“Y-yes, sir!” were the young man’s words.
Then the party of three, Zennereth, Hans, and Ash, headed out into the strange cold wilderness.
Ash had no idea why he was thinking of that when the creature emerged from beneath the mound of snow, but for some reason the memory just popped up in his head. Maybe because all of it could have been avoided, if only he hadn’t decided to go to Nefar....