"They aren't coming back for it, Silas," a voice rasped through the fog.
"Enough to carry the memory," Silas replied, his voice barely louder than the whistling wind. "And that is all we have left." Ashes of War [v1.0]
"We move at moonrise," Silas said, standing up and letting the shield fall back into the mud with a dull thud. "Gather the others. Tell them to wrap their boots in wool. The silent-striders are hunting the perimeter again." "They aren't coming back for it, Silas," a
The grey snow fell not from the clouds, but from the smoldering bones of the world. "They aren't coming back for it