The wind howled through the patrolled streets, candles and oil lamps lit the insides of homes and shops, the bar full of chatter and laughter. Meanwhile at the castle the royals danced, their bodies dressed in silks and feathers... Not guilty about the bloodshed that came for an article of clothing. Wine and luxurious food covered the tables. The clock struck 7 pm. The loud clashing of the church tower bell signified hunting hour... Permitted by the... King himself of course.

Creatures ran from the single warmth of their campfire, preparing to kill... Or be killed.