This years winter had been the worst he'd seen since those of his childhood. Not even the wolves had dared venture far or long in the freezing blizzards, and many a seasoned wanderer had perished in the snow white storms. But the winter had finally given in to the oncoming spring, and the murderous cold was replaced with a mild season, full of both sunshine and rain. It didn't rain this day, but the sky was grey and omnious. Normal people stayed indoors if they could on days such as these. But Saul did not belong to the normal people, and so he was not indoors. He was on a dark, narrow road slithering it's way into a forest. On the other side, there was a small farm where he used to sleep when he was around these parts. He had once slain two brothers who'd terrorized the region, and was because of that allowed to stay at the farm for free. He wasn't hunting bandits this time, though, and he wasn't planning on staying at the farm for long. If what he'd heard was true, the visit would be short indeed. As he came over a hill, he noticed someone coming towards him on the road before him. He instincively stopped walking and put a hand on the hilt of his sabre, not exactly expecting a fight but nevertheless staying alert.