The dawn winter cold made its way under the skin of the armor, making it impossible to keep warm. Thick fog covered the entire valley, leaving in sight only thirty meters from the wall of the fort. The night darkness receded, but the light still gently touched the ground, not daring to illuminate it in full force. They appeared suddenly and silently. No, of course, they were expected, they were always expected - that is why the guards were put on the walls. But they were painfully incredible in this quiet morning peace. A rare system of alves, only about ten in one row, silently protruded from the fog. Dressed in light short leather armor that did not cover their legs...