The rain Hydrogia had been expecting turned out to be sleet.
Henry woke up late in the afternoon, seeing the accumulation of slushiness on the bottom of his small window.
He stared at it from his bed for a while, feeling worse that he had tipped off his fellow knights to the monster activity in the north. The direction they were headed in would undoubtedly be covered in snow.
There was no way he could have let go of Rosalind's words and not do anything about them. He only wished it was him making the trip. The reason why he had to stay behind was vague to him.
In his night patrol duties, he was able to face a couple of goblins at a time using his left arm. There was no valid reason he shouldn't be able to ride a couple of weeks to the north and help out.
