"It's so cold," Alfred murmured as he hopped out of the carriage.
"Should have stayed at home then. Why do you bother coming here?" Mr Saemus taunted him.
Alfred smiled nervously and rubbed his palm together to keep himself warm. He glanced at Elric, who stood like a pillar against the icy breeze. Raising his brows, he wondered if he ever felt cold.
"It's peace," Evelyn commented, looking at the serene village where everyone slept peacefully in their cosy rooms.
"Should we check with the guards?" Alfred asked.
Elric nodded and walked ahead towards the heart of the village. It was clear that Mr Saemus was right about the ritual day. It was going to take place tomorrow. Evelyn shivered at the thought of the entire village being burned.
