A group of fifteen soldiers riding on horseback could be seen in the middle of the night, moving along the path that leads from Glenwood to Winterseed. It was the darkest and calmest hours of the night and only the sound of their horses galloping could be heard across a wide radius.
Stanis was riding at the front, his eyes cold and reflecting the anger that boiled within him. "That damn fatso thinks he can order me around as he pleases. Very soon, I'll change all that and make that bastard pay for all the humiliations," he muttered angrily.
The soldiers riding beside him overheard his words and couldn't help but swallow hard. While they supported Stanis in his aim to overthrow Lord Fagin and become the new lord, they were aware that accomplishing this was almost impossible. Stanis would be going against the decree of the ancestors, which always bring deadly curses and bad luck.
