The village was blanketed in a harsh winter chill, the air crisp and biting. Guni, a small girl with golden curls, darted around the snow-laden paths. Clutched in her tiny hands was a small pack of dried meat and a handful of vegetables she had managed to save from her own meagre meal.
She had a slight blush on her face showing that she was indeed cold, but it was the least of her worries because she knew there were people in the village that were starving.
"Look at her go, not a care in the world," muttered Garnt bundled up against the cold, as he observed Guni's lively escapade. He had already seen her leaving the house with a suspicious look on her face so that he couldn't help but follow her.
[Look at you sneaking on your daughter like this.]
Eva smiled as she made the remark, and Garnt looked at his own clothes and realized that he was in disguise so she wouldn't identify him.
