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The narrow, winding streets of the city were dark and utterly deserted, save for the solitary figure whoseworn, oft-patched boots crunched through the fresh-fallen snow. The fine stuff of the hooded cloakwhich shrouded the walker had commenced to fray in places, but still was thick and warm. The scabbardof a broadsword jutted out at the hooded one’s side, though of all the folk still alive within the walls of thedoomed city, he was the man least likely to be attacked.
Not that Vahrohneeskos Drehkos Daiviz of Morguhnpolis was universally loved. There were full manywho actively hated the short, stocky, middle-aged nobleman, especially among the more religious
elements of the population. But there was not a man or woman who would have dared to lift hand againsthim who commanded the city and its defense, for, harsh and uncompromising as had been his tenure, butfew of his schemes andstrategems had failed, while each and every one of his predictions had inexorablycome to pass.
Most of those few thousands remaining in besieged Vawnpolis were common people-peasant villagersof this Duchy of Vawn and its neighboring principality, the Duchy of Morguhn;Vawnpolee and
