The semi-underground homes on both sides may not be luxurious, but they are orderly and unified, with dried herbs hanging on the window sills to repel insects and keep the cold at bay.
A group of simply dressed yet spirited children were playing around the well, while an elder sat chatting in a high-backed wooden chair by the door, his gaze gentle and fearless.
In the distance, a few patrolling knights with red and black capes were slowly making their rounds, their warhorses steady and their armor neat.
"Louis' territory is incredible..." Willis muttered to himself.
He had come all the way from Snow Wind Ridge.
Along the way, he had seen too many lords cloaked in nobility whose lands were like cesspools.
Forcibly recruiting labor, slaughtering common folk, with golden goblets and fine wine inside the castles while littered with corpses outside the city walls.
But now he witnessed with his own eyes a territory where people lived peacefully in the snow.
