Gabriel pov
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I felt the warmth of morning touch my skin. And for a moment I just basked in that… that warmth. The slight breeze gave just enough to make this moment feel quite magical. Snow fell over my hood, the only thing keeping my identity to myself.
People sprawled out all around me. Their weapons held taut in their hands. Some carried swords, others shields and some sort of lance. But the commonality between them was the hardened faces, muscles that bulged with power, and a mystical might about them that carried a potent power.
"You Gabriel?" One spoke. He was a stout man. A beard covered most of his lower face, and a hood gave him protection from the frigid winds. Not that it did much, if I had the mind… well I would scoff at the shoddy craftsmanship.
But no~ I couldn't. I was supposed to 'play nice.'
"Yeah."
