It wasn't empty; instead, this large expanse of snow fields were occupied by dozens of dark gray cloth tents, with at least a hundred people shuffling around from tent to tent, all of them armed and armored.
Freezing, I stared out at the sight of the encampment for a few moments, unsure of what to do.
If this was a nomadic tribe, I might be able to join them as they travel, or at the very least barter for some supplies by selling my enchanting abilities, but...
There was no guarantee that they were welcoming of outsiders, that they wouldn't try to enslave me to sell or to use...
Maybe they weren't nomads, but instead an expeditionary force traveling into the Labyrinthian, which would make my appearance ever more suspicious.
There were a few monsters who could take on humanoid appearances after all.
