"Apologies brother, we didn't mean to startle you." Nizam with an awkward smile and two bowls of steaming porridge in hand, while Cyrus trailed behind with another bowl he was already sipping from, came from behind me.
They didn't wear their armour today, but were instead wrapped in thick winter cloaks, made of resplendent black fur, with a large tuft of white lining it's edges, especially at the neck, while a silver thread was masterfully intertwined to draw the empire's eclipsing sun sigil on it's back.
Though we were still in the early days of autumn, the mountains were already mimicking the alien chill of winter, this was especially so for the two young imperial princes who'd spent their days in the gilded halls of Eklepsus, where the desert's scorching morning heat and it's night's chilling winds were never allowed to even discomfort the edges of their clothes, let alone them.
