Execution

"There was a barbarian settlement here indeed. Although it's almost been a year, I remembered seeing them devouring raw flesh like madmen; it's not a sight I can't forget." A female voice rang.

Should one look at the ten, they would not be able to recognize the owner of that voice due to the special kind of armor they wore.

They were well clad to resist both the cold and protect their bodies, and in turn, it hid their shapes, especially that of a woman. Unless they removed their hats and the clothes covering their noses and mouths, no one could differentiate any of them.

"It must have been destroyed by another tribe; it's not like a tribe like that could have any allies, considering their… tastes." Another spoke. It was a male this time.

Geriant, their leader dismounted, walked into the tribe, and burrowed an ice shard from the thick snow. 

"A mythical beast." 

He said it with a twinkle in his eyes.