Cliff stood in front of his house, his cheeks reddened by the biting winter cold. His black leather armor faintly gleamed under the winter sun, contrasting with the snow-covered landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see. With determination, he adjusted his bear skin hood, feeling ready to face the challenges ahead. The icy wind whistled through the deserted streets of the fortress. Cliff walked calmly, one hand resting on the hilt of his saber attached to his belt. He felt a bit reassured, knowing he wouldn't be alone. As a leader, he had to be dignified and capable of defending himself.
He walked for a long time before reaching the main entrance of the fortress, where everyone awaited him. Dressed in their gleaming armor and thick coats to stay warm, the warriors were ready to embark on the long-awaited expedition.
