On the twelfth day of the twelfth month, Dulin had welcomed the first snow in the Year 791. The light snow turned heavy in the afternoon. The snowflakes the size of a cotton slowly fell down from the sky. It was not long until the buildings were painted white.
There were no people on the streets, only the carriages pushed forth the snow on the ground. The well-built Tyler purebred horse exhaled a long, white steam. When the snowflakes fell on it, the temperature of the horse quickly melted the snow. The loss of heat made these poor, cheap labors shivered in the cold. However, the whip was always there for them during these times, so they had no choice but to quicken their pace.
