Remain within the keep, he had told them. Rest.
A simple order.
Clear as crystal.
A storm had been brewing – always perilous, this far East in the Hithaeglir – and up until that point, his scouts had been working tirelessly, alternating between watch and patrol. There had been no need for extra eyes in a blizzard. He had wanted them to take the opportunity to rest, regain their strength.
Yrill had disobeyed him.
Tancamir had disobeyed him.
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The Order of the Arrow
