It was a killer, that wind, but the warriors were prepared and dealt with it without complaint. Complaining was pointless. The task before them was necessary.Shelim shielded his eyes and pulled his mask up over his face a little more. He staggered forward having to lean into the wind to stay on his feet. The wind was incredible. This must be the worst winter of his life. It howled over the plain and blasted everything with its fury. He was covered in frozen slush, but his concerns were all for the others. Just a few yards ahead, the warriors struggled with the frozen bodies. There were hundreds of dead families here. All were Lost Ones. He had no idea why they had come, or why they had chosen this time, but whatever the reason it was a stupid thing to do. None outside the clans could survive the plains in these conditions, a fact these people should have known. Why hadn’t the fools left in the spring? Maybe it was so bad in their cities that they preferred death. He could understand that up to a point, but surely Navarien could only be in one city at a time.
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