Arthur was more worried about his daughter than himself as he watched her gear up to travel into the mountains and participate in the monster culling late in the evening.
They planned it around the moon and, fortunately it was a clear night, but it also meant that the air was particularly frigid. It would only get worse as the knights continued up.
That year, snow had come early to the very highest peak. It was a sight everyone dreaded waking up to when they knew they would have to go up for two days in order for the job to truly be completed.
As the knight watched cautiously from down below, his eyes never left Irene until she was no longer in view and hidden amongst the trees. He decided to trust her. She had a year more experience under her belt and was far less likely to be snuck up on.
