Accompanied by a gray-haired old man who appeared to be the elder of the village, Henry guided his horse through the narrow roads of Salveng. The small wooden houses, huddled closely together were an evidence of how the villagers adapted to the harsh weather of Stahl.
As he passed, Henry could see, from the corner of his eye, curious gazes of children peeking out from the huts. They quickly hid when he looked their way, a funny and pure scene created by sheer curiosity.
"I'm sorry, your majesty. The children aren't used to new faces around here" - the old man hurriedly said, worried that the king might misunderstand and become angry - "We've gone years without anyone from outside this village visiting us, and it's only recently that soldiers chasing bandits and merchants have come back to this part of the East."
