Frostfall (1)

From the back of the crowd, the blacksmith, his face smeared with the day's toil, grunted in agreement. "Strength like that, they must be from a powerful house. But which one, I couldn't say," he ruminated, his eyes narrowed in thought. "And why would they come to our quiet town?" 

Meanwhile, a young girl, her eyes wide with curiosity, tugged at her mother's apron. "Mum, do you think they're here for a grand tournament? Or maybe they're on a secret mission?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. 

Her mother, a woman of tall stature and sharp eyes, replied with a soft chuckle, "We can only guess, darling. But whatever their reason, their presence here will certainly make things interesting." Her gaze lingered on the knights' retreating figures, her mind filled with questions about their mysterious origins and purpose.