The snow had already begun to descend in soft, drifting flurries, and it cloaked the landscape in a delicate white veil as twilight deepened.
Their carriage rolled into the heart of the town square, which was a wide expanse surrounded by modest, stone-built cottages. Thin tendrils of smoke curled from the chimneys, a sign of life within as the evening chill settled over the town.
This square was the town's communal hub, and it was a place meant for gathering; where villagers would come to collect their necessary supplies and hear important announcements from the village elders. Yet, under Thadius's leadership, it had fallen into disuse, save for those rare moments when news had to be shared.
Esme gracefully got down from her carriage, pulling her thick, fur-lined cloak tighter around her shoulders. She looked behind her to see the elders were nowhere in sight, just a plain narrow path, whilst Orion and Atticus stood behind her.