As the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Dreadfang Mountains, the group set up camp in a narrow valley, shielded from the harshest winds by looming walls of rock.
The air is icy and sharp, each breath visible in pale white clouds. Snow clung stubbornly to the ground, crunching under boots and hooves as knights worked swiftly to prepare the area before night fell completely.
Dozens of tents were pitched in neat rows, their triangular shapes sturdy against the biting cold. The largest tent, belonging to Roxanne and Vivianne, stood near the center, surrounded by a protective circle of knights' tents.
Around them, campfires blazed, their orange glow flickering wildly against the snowy landscape, casting warm halos of light amidst the creeping shadows. The smoke curled into the freezing air, carrying the rich scent of roasting meat and burning wood.
