C1372 Reports of Success Were Coming from All over the Place
It was late winter.
A heavy snow fell from the sky.
The entire Curseborough was enveloped in white snow.
She was hugging her son and looking down at the snow at the entrance of the tribe.
Sechen, who was beside her, would occasionally advise her, "Don't let him freeze. You are a person!"
Arslan looked at his son, who was jumping around excitedly in his arms, and said with a smile, "Look
