86 Hallowed: Game hunt

"Aye! The cold seems to have worsened since last night. I guess we are in the winter season already." On cue, the man's wife ran over with a coat in her hand.

"You forgot this, honey." The woman stretched out her hand for him to take the coat. "Don't forget your promise." She whispered, enough for only him to hear.

"Yes, my wife. A big feast to celebrate, right?" She nodded and then blushed, giggling after he openly kissed her cheek before sending her away.

It was a crisp morning in the town of Winstol, with a slight mist lingering in the air. A group of townsmen, dressed in their hunting attire, gathered at the edge of the forest path, with some of the townspeople as spectators.

"You already know what the criteria for winning is."

"Yes, we do." One of the men answered, and the announcer glanced at the other two men for confirmation.