Cold. Nothing but cold fills the streets where cobbles are lined unsorted in view. It is also nearly dark as lanterns are being lit and the sun is dragging itself over the horizon. The day is coming to a close with the people settling in their homes next to mild, cozy fires and a shepherd rounding and leading his army of sheep through the streets. They were also followed by a bandaged personage, as we’ve come to know as White Fire. This time she wore warm, comfortable clothing for the chilling climate. Soon enough, the shepherd had arrived to his humble home on the outskirts of town, lighting his lantern at the front porch.
“Ollright, that’ll be enough fer today.” He swings his cane to the direction of a miniature barn just for the sheep, guarded by an old, tired German Sheppard who was sleeping soundly. One by one, the sheep move into the rickety barn, bleating on the way in. The shepherd now turns to White Fire, who is standing in military form.