Seeing them come out, the two sentries changing guard exchanged grim smilings, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the campfire used for warmth, and then ducked into a tent.
Damn it, even the foot soldiers have been bribed! They're trying to freeze me to death!
This was a very small encampment consisting of about twenty tents, surrounded by horse-drawn carts. There were not even any chevaux-de-frise or caltrops arranged around the perimeter, and the surrounding terrain was flat with no defensive advantage to speak of—it was obvious at a glance that no one intended to stay here long.
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