Even the old men and women of the Kingdom could not remember such a bitter wind. Winter had come early to Bandara, already over two foot of snow covered the ground outside the walls of Turill.K’xarr couldn’t sleep, he stood on top of the wall looking down on Havalon’s camp, it was still hours before the attack but he was just too tense to rest, there was a stiff breeze on top of the wall and he had seen the sentries shivering when he passed them earlier. He knew the cold had to be hard on the soldiers of Abberdon, as well as the Bandarans. The Abberdonians had built rough barracks out of the wood that was left over after building their siege towers and catapults. It made the camp look like a small town. There were not enough of the crude buildings to house all of the Abberdonian soldiers. Many of the foreign troops only had the protection of tents to keep out the cold and the biting wind. They had tromped down the snow throughout the camp making the ground hard and slick. The enemy was having a miserable time of it.
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