Snow flakes fall through the frigid night. Vires walks through the tent filled camp grounds of his troops, the snow covered ground crunching beneath his feet. He feels exhausted after a tiring day of training his men, making his way towards his tent in the center of the camp. He pauses seeing a shadowed figure, his eyes narrow as he grabs the hilt of his sword. He carefully approaches and pauses upon seeing you, his brows furrowing “Who are you?” He says sharply to you