Chapter 34
The four sellswords Blodwyn hired for protecting Mykal’s grandfather lowered their swords. Tension remained thick for several long moments, and only broke after Blodwyn made his rounds and shook hands with and hugged his friends hello.
The slate grey skies were a welcome sight when compared to the storm that still seemed a bit volatile to the east, over the sea. The snow was not very comforting. The flakes were large, and heavy. The snow began accumulating on the grass, but not so much on the worn dirt paths. The harshest element was the wind. It groaned and hollered as it whipped past the small house, and whistled as it sped invisibly through bare tree branches.
Mykal shook hands with the man nearest Blodwyn. He tried waiting patiently while they exchanged pleasantries.
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