Horse hooves muffled through the thick layers of snow as Halt strolled through the forest on his well trusted horse, Abelard.

Everything was going fine so far, until he heard a twig snap. He put abelard to a halt, and pulled out his bow. Reaching for an arrow from his quiver and carefully placed on the bow. He tried not to make any sounds, aiming for what hid in the bushes.

A million questions ran through his mind, but only one mattered. "Who are you?" He asked, a bit meaner then intended.