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As they rode the snow continued to fall. Not a lot of it actually stayed on the ground but it was impossible to deny that it was winter.

The farms of the heartlands were neat cottages with thatched roofs, usually accompanying the land was a stone mill with a flatter more cone shaped rooftop. The vanes were made up of six long sails that nearly reached the ground whenever they turned that way.

There were no people outside but the smoke coming up from chimneys told the covenant that most were inside their cozy little homes having dinner.

A wayward inn on a small bluff seemed to invite them in. Horses were to be kept below, hitched on posts or in this weather. A stable nearby.