Late autumn, the cold air, and the damp chill wind blew across the highlands of the Gray Mountain Range. Here it was gloomy, wet, and the sky continued to drizzle. The fragile tent canvas bore many holes, yet it barely managed to fend off the rain's invasion.
Inside the tent, weak flames crackled on the pile of firewood. Everyone inside the tent was asleep, having laid simple blankets on the muddy, slippery grassland, sleeping fully clothed.
Such superior living conditions could naturally only belong to the Count's Long Halberd Corps.
