A soft breeze was running through the hills that day and the sun was warming Mordred back as he walked though the snowy fields. The weather was warming up but the wide countrysides of Roenden where still full of white powdery snow.The runner had agreed to a meeting that day with an other vayron, both having interest in working together. The name was Soot and he was somewhat soothing to Mordred. The sacratic little runner found some kind of peace in the puller's calm despite feeling kind...
