The icy grip of winter gazes at the still war reeling nation of Harodom. Food is stocked, hearths bring warmth as cold winds keep citizens close to one another. There are those watching from the fringes. Hungry. Shadows move in the night, voices carry in the woods. Guards keep watchful eyes under wool lined cloaks. As a new year dawns, new predators stalk the woods seeking any sign of weakness and their next meal. Keep your weapons close and your wits sharp, or you just might be it.
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