CHAPTER TWO
OLD FRIENDS AND OLD PROBLEMS
Leon was looking the city over if that is what one would like to call it. There were many huts all around, nothing like what he was used to seeing. Not much in the way of coin around these parts of the lands, hunting for fur and meat was the only means to survival. Yes there were traders selling their wares but they were few and far between. Though there was no castle to be seen. Which meant no one person had power or control over the city of ice.
“Leon!” A voice called out.
When he turned to look, he saw an old friend waving at him, “Henry!” Leon shouted back.
“It’s damn good to see you, Leon,” Henry said as he approached. “Thought for sure you would be dead or worse in prison being torchered by King Alistair's lackeys, Cain and Ulrich.”
Leon
