*Bang*, *Bang*, *Bang*
The gates of the Zanzan's garrison were battered with the heavy fists of a few hooded men on horseback.
They were covered head to toe in a sort of waxed cloak that made it somewhat waterproof, although that hardly shielded them from the almost painful gales and stinging drops hitting their faces and exposed hands.
"Open up! Orders from the lord! Open up," The group then quickly shouted, eager to get inside.
This hastiness was not only the product of wanting to quickly relay the message but perhaps more importantly a desire to get access to some warmth.
Because even though the distance from here to Alexander's manor was not that much, the freezing weather and gale like winds had made even taking a single step an ordeal. Thus many parts of their exposed skin had already turned an icy blue.
