2nd of Winter, 512 A.V.
Late
Valko was waiting outside the pavilion of his family tents like a sentinel, Tundra by his side. He pulled his cloak in closer and cursed the fact that Jez still had not appeared. Valko was temperamental at the best of times, but he objected strongly to being made to wait outside in the cold, especially in such days as these - days of the pox - of death and sickness. On top of that, tonight he could have been having a pleasant time with a very pretty little blonde of the Dustwither pavilion, a very unique pavilion in Endrykas so far as the wares they sold.
It also struck him as odd that Jez had decided to return to Endrykas now, of all times. If he had stayed away for another season, he might have avoided all the talk and effects and destruction of the plague that besieged them... of course, that was not his style. Valko sighed. The pox could not leave them untouched for much longer. From what he had heard, the number of dead in Endrykas was far above two thousand which, in a population that seldom exceeded fifteen thousand, was a true disaster. Did Jez know how bad it was? Had anyone told him?
It was then that he heard the soft padding of hooves close by. Tundra bridled slightly and Valko placed a hand to the sword at his side, freeing his arm from under his heavy cloak, just in case.
"Who goes there?"