The winter’s chill bit her pale cheeks as she strode across the town, halting twenty feet before the gate. Two young guards, Hrór and Dyrhelm, stood there, leaning against their spears, laughing merrily. Their words of joy were muffled by the howling wind, the distance, and their inability to fully finish their sentences as they were disrupted by yet another fit of laughter.
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