“What are we doing, exactly?” Engel asked. He and Jente stood atop a glacier in the middle of a fjord, swaddled in furs to protect them against the bite of the winter wind.
“Stealth exercise,” Jente said absently. She shaded her eyes and scanned the horizon. “There’s a sword in the ice behind me. One of them must approach without being seen and then defeat one of us in battle for the sword.”
Engel blinked. “They’ll never defeat one of us.”
“We’re going to pretend we’re mortal for the sake of the exercise - there are no more of us. Yet.”
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