Maria offered a simple prayer to the shrine before they continued on their path, her unassuming gold necklace glowing subtly due to the action.
'...She really is the gods' favorite.'
Justinian muttered.
The two of them continued on the stone path they had found, and after an hour, finally arrived at the first settlement in the mountain.
One of three until they arrive at Mithral's center of worship itself.
Frostheim.
A small community established by the few pilgrims and tourists who had chosen to stay in the mountain centuries before, their descendants turning a simple outpost into a full-blown town with its own economy and laws.
But what awaited them was the complete opposite of what you should be greeted with in a small, humble winter town.
Instead... what greeted them was a murder scene.
Townspeople and the local militia surrounded the dead body, but even for a murder, it was absolutely brutal.
