Elliot, with a thoughtful frown creasing his brow, retrieved a spare robe from the worn leather satchel strapped to his horse's back. With a gentle yet firm motion, he draped it over the shoulders of Allen Coulson, the Knight Commander. Despite the commander's robust frame and battle-hardened demeanor, the chill of the encroaching winter air was undeniable, and Elliot couldn't shake off the worry that this valiant knight, already roughed up from his misadventures in Moon Goddess Village, might succumb to the elements, perhaps catching a nasty bout of pneumonia.
Little did Elliot know, however, that Commander Coulson had found quite the comfortable niche among the seemingly ruthless bandits of the village...