Two sentries on guard duty saw them come out, exchanged a sinister smile, scooped up two handfuls of snow to put out the campfire used for warmth, and then ducked back into their 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. The perimeter lacked even caltrops or spiked barriers, and the terrain nearby was flat and devoid of any defensible positions. At a glance, it was obvious they had no intention of staying here for long.
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