In the mountain ranges of the Night Court, far from the ruling of the High Lord laid an Illyrian Camp.

The camp was cold, winter had come and quickly the first snow had arrived. The novices were in the rinks, training their skills with weapons, while warriors prowled the camp. They either were on patrol or something else. But that something else often came later at night, when the huts on the outskirts of the villages were dead silent as Illryian's alike slept amidst them.

Fresh snow fell onto the huts, and pathways kept snow-free thanks to the torches that lined the way, casting minimal light on those passing during nighttime. Females were out, hanging clothes, washing clothes, fetching water. The like.