It was one of those nights, the ones which made Edric reminisce about his father. Such nights were met with a feeling of uselessness, and in turn were met with a good mug of ale.
Trudging through the layering of snow, Edric sighed. The roads were slightly more muddy, crisscrossed with foot prints and such. He looked up from his thoughts as he heard the sounds of another person. Who was out here in such a cold night?
Edric walked closer to the figure, footsteps deliberately light and silent. He did not want to startle who ever it was, before he knew if he or she was a friend or a foe; though the latter was unlikely.