Northwest of the Oxiulia Duchy, Sodanland Khanate.
June, the white disaster, cattle and sheep dead, people resort to cannibalism.
Snap! Snap!
The endless line of refugees trudged on the frosty grassland, carrying their meager possessions and horses, migrating south to the Kingdom.
The temperature had already dropped to unimaginable levels.
Wherever it is, the cold is the enemy of life; the sudden cold snap caught the grasslands unprepared. June was the time for lush grass and plump livestock; no one expected this upheaval.
The Khan's warriors rode alongside the refugee line, not to aid them against the beasts but to prevent them from forming groups to plunder or joining enemy tribes.
As for the southern Kingdom? If they can really reach it, let them be.
