With the weather getting nippier, Lord Half-elf doned his best fox pelt over his knightly armour.
Many say he has special powers that manifest when the new moon is high, others believe that he is no longer capable of casting magic as he is getting older.
All agree, however, that his reflexes are forever sharp due to his elven blood and that anyone would be foolish to challenge him for the crown.
And thus the kingdom stays secure.
Not bad for a rumour spread long ago by a prince that happened to only have been born with pointy ears…
Who goes there, stealing other people’s first steps on the snow?
The much favoured pass-time of walking on freshly fallen snow interrupted by footsteps hidden from sight on a place that should be deserted were enough to send a shiver up her spine, and this time not from the cold.
But that alone won’t keep this Dame from investigating further and following the footsteps.