His sandals added a bit of pressure to the soft snow beneath it. Alone, he stood at the center of the vast courtyard and under the eyes of many.
There was a massive wall that was situated several meters behind Moulin's back. The inner curtain wall of the Golden fortress. A structure, strong and thick enough to withstand the most brutal attacks beyond the borders. On it's narrow walkways, several warriors stopped to watch the interesting scene taking place below them. A slender person being stalked by the renowned Sir Bram of the Hercullian Knights. A leader, a menacing warrior, and a friendly fellow to all. Although, his jokes are less hilarious and annoying.
Some of the knights snickered at him. Some observed the little fellow targeted by Sir Bram. Some felt pity. Others felt intrigued, interested, and anticipating what would happen.
