The snow began falling, and the wind ceased for a short while to come back again after another mere silence.
Three riders were arriving at Barson gateway. The horses' hooves were smashing the thin layer of snow on the road. They were similar to no one in that town, wearing dark leather outfits, their black cloak was hitting the air while the hoods covered the faces under dark shadows making them severely recognizable. Moving as black color stains that dropped inside the water.
A young guard who hadn't more than seventeen roamed to another one who was snorting on a chair outdoors, his chubby figure wrapped between bear fur and made him as if round fury ball, to make sure that the cold wouldn't bother his afternoon nap.
"Sir, three riders are getting close." He clasped his pistol because he disliked the way that they had put on clothes and remained invisible.
The chubby man opened his eyes in panic as the sharp voice of the boy brought a high voluminous tension into his deep dream.
