The next morning, the snow still hadn't stopped. This was the season's very first fall, and it seemed as if it was prepared to show the nightmare this season was going to be. Thick layers of snow had settled on the ground, the cold now seemed harsher than before, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.
Yet despite all this… no Velmourn spoke of the weather.
After all, they had a much bigger thing to worry about.
"The Provisioners were stealing."
"They took from the old. From Maela. From Harkon. People who had no one to look for them."
"I also heard these people threatened them not to tell anyone."
The people, be they the ones coming back from the night shift or going to their day shift, talked. Yes, in just one night, the matter had spread. Those who didn't know were now learning about this, and the more they heard, the angrier they got.
"And they dare to call themselves Velmourn!? Might as well go lick Drakthar's feet if they are willing to fall that low!"
