"The snowfall is getting heavier, it seems that the provisions team will be late."
Elisa glanced at the thick, fluffy snow outside the window, and shook her head dejectedly.
This was not the first time a delay was caused by bad weather, from the dreadful anxiousness in the beginning, and the endless, helpless probing for news that never came, and now, the numb dejection and dulled expectations. I suppose in a way, this is a dejected, resigned, acceptance.
After all, this terrible weather not only affected us, and since both sides had to ceasefire, there was nothing to be nervous about.
I must say that the Beastmen chose a very delicate time to advance their attack, the heavy snow that came and went had sunk the war situation into an awkward atmosphere.
