He watched the others throwing snow at eachother. It was funny, watching them play like that. Darian, however, stayed out of it. After they were done, they were going to be cold with their wet clothes and hands from the snow.
He looked up at the front of the column. Sir Mindalel was leading them forward. Darian didn't know where they were going but he hoped that at the town they arrived at would have a nice inn to warm himself at. He decided that when that time came, he would get to know the others around a roaring fire and a mug of ale.
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In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.
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