Seeing them come out, the two sentries changing guard exchanged grim smiles, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the bonfire used for warmth, and then ducked back into the tent.
Damn it, even the foot soldiers had been bought off! They were trying to freeze him to death!
This was a very small encampment of about twenty tents, surrounded by carriages. There were no anti-cavalry chevaux-de-frise or caltrops deployed along the perimeter, and the terrain nearby was flat with no strategic defensive advantage—it was obvious at a glance that no one intended to stay here long.
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